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Pulling into the lot of a Howard Johnson motor lodge, he parked in front of the last unit in the row. Drake opened the door to find General Richardson and Anthony Price inside. Mission report, Sergeant? Richardson asked. The target was neutralized, sir, Drake replied smartly. Two More Page More Page More Page More Page George Bussey hits, center mass. Youre sure? Price demanded. What buds gun shop

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that no one even got a whiff of what was happening in Hawaii. So dont try to rub my nose in this hero horseshit! He glanced at the items Drake had removed from the backpack. Now lets wrap this thing up... His words More Page More Page More Page More Page George Bussey trailed off. Whats wrong? Richardson asked. Price picked up the microcassette recorder, how to get rid of carpenter bees

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was mottled with rage. I knew I recognized this thing! Take a look, Frank. In the cavity Richardson saw a state-of-the-art transmitter. The latest in surveillance technology! Price hissed. Your boys More Page More Page More Page More Page George Bussey been had! Smith knew that if something went wrong, his killer was sure to take the backpack. Somebodys heard every word we buds gun shop

Richardson roared. Drake bolted out of the bathroom, gun in hand. Richardson marched up to him and showed him the gutted recorder. Tell me More Page More Page More Page More Page George Bussey again, is Smith dead? Drake recognized the transmitter instantly. Sir, I didnt know... Is he dead? Yes, sir! All that means is that he cant tell us where the receiver is, Price how to get rid of carpenter bees

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