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much. Ill call you as soon as I have something. Smith left the office, quickly walked back to the customs counter and found the agent who had alerted him to the call. I need your help, he said urgently, displaying his More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel military ID. There was a passenger onboard 1710. Can you find out kimberly pisaturo

hes cleared customs yet? The name is Adam Treloar. The agent turned to his terminal. Got him right here. Treloar. Went through about two minutes ago. Do you want---? Smith was already on the move, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel heading out of the restricted area toward the concourse, dialing Kleins number as he ran. Klein here. Sir, its Smith. fox 5 las vegas

guy with Beria is American. Dr. Adam Treloar. Hes a NASA scientist and he was on the London-to-Washington flight. Can you find him? Klein demanded urgently. He has a More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel two-minute start on me, sir. I might be able to run him down before he leaves the terminal. Jon, Im at Camp David with the dan gans

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you find Treloar. We have FBI agents in the area--- No good, sir. Itll take too More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel long to bring them up to speed. I think I have the best shot. Then take it. Smith raced down the tunnel. He knew the layout of Dulles intimately. After clearing customs and immigration, passengers walked through the chicago bulls

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terminal. There, the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel docking process would be repeated, and the passengers would disembark and head for the exits. Smith ran past the shops and newsstands, darting among travelers, straining to catch a glimpse of Treloar. Reaching the end of the concourse, he found himself in a large holding area. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel Along one wall were white tea

glass doors that passengers went through to get on the buses. Only one bus was parked at the dock. Smith shouldered his way through the crowd of twenty-odd travelers who were in the process of boarding. Ignoring the shouts,of protest, Smith elbowed More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel his way onto the bus, his eyes flitting from face witches of eastwick

face. He checked every passenger. Treloar wasnt there. Smith rapped hard on the partition separating the cabin from the drivers compartment. A startled, black face looked back at him and the ID he jammed against the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel glass. Did another bus just leave here? he shouted. The driver nodded and gestured at a bus that white tea

better than halfway between the arrivals area and the main terminal. Smith turned and cut his way through the growing crowd in the bus. He spotted an emergency exit and More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Schimmel dashed toward it. Alarms sounded as he threw open the door with the large red warning sign stenciled across its face. Flying down va lottery

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parking aprons took less than thirty seconds. Abandoning the vehicle, Smith raced up .

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