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...is Nichols ...Hurt ...coming in.
Richardson clenched the receiver. Go to safe point Alpha. Repeat: safe point Alpha. Copy?
Copy,
The connection was broken.
Richardson stared at the telephone as though he expected it to ring again. But the silence in his office was broken only by soft ticks More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone of the grandfather clock and the jamie pugh
drones of Humvees as security details went about their patrols around Fort Belvoir. Nichols... Hurt... Impossible! Richardson took a draw on his cigar to steady himself. A seasoned commander, he quickly reviewed his options and made his decision. The first call More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone went out to the noncom barracks on the base. A crisp, alert nfl free agent signings
answered. Richardsons second call was to NSA deputy-director Anthony Price. He too was awake, and luckily not that far away in his townhouse in Alexandria. While Richardson waited for the two men to arrive, he More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone listened to the tape of the conversation. Even though his secure phone was hooked up to the latest stuck on a truck
equipment, the quality of the speakers voice was scratchy. Richardson couldnt tell if the call was local or long distance. He didnt think that Nichols was all More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone that far away, not if he was ready to rendezvous at safe point Alpha. But Nichols is dead! Richardsons thoughts were interrupted by a knock on nfl free agent signings
office door. His visitor was a big, strapping man in his midthirties with straw-colored hair cut close to the scalp and More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone bright blue eyes. Normally baggy fatigues were stretched taut over a linebackers powerful muscles. Good evening, General, Sergeant Patrick Drake said, saluting crisply. At ease, Richardson replied. He gestured at the wet michael keaton broken foot
in the corner. Help yourself to a drink, Sergeant. Believe me, youll need it. Fifteen minutes More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone later, Anthony Price was escorted into the room by the generals aide-de-camp. Good evening, Tony. Price looked at Drake and raised his eyebrows. Whats going on, Frank? Whats going on is this, Richardson replied and jabbed the play button bea arthur dies
the tape recorder. He watched the expressions of the two More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone men as they listened to the brief exchange. He detected nothing except genuine surprise--- and in the case of Price, alarm. How the hell could Nichols have made that call? Price demanded. He turned to Drake. I thought you said that he was va lotto
soldier! With all due More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone respect, sir, Nichols is dead, Drake replied tonelessly. He looked at Richardson. General, I saw Nichols take a knife in the gut. You know that theres no way a man can survive that unless he gets immediate medical attention--- which wasnt forthcoming. You should have made More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone sure he was dead, power 95.3
snapped. Tony, thats enough! Richardson cut in. I remember your afteraction report, Sergeant. But you might want to explain the details to Mr. Price here. Yes, sir. Drake turned to Price. Sir, our contact, Franco Grimaldi, was careless. He allowed Peter Howell to More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone spot the trap. Howell took him down first, then came bea arthur dies
Nichols and myself as we were closing in. Howell managed to get Nicholss gun and shoot Grimaldi. At that point, I had no choice but to retreat. My orders were to conduct this operation in More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone a clandestine fashion. If something went wrong, I was to fall back and wait for a nfl free agent signings
opportunity. Which never came, Price said sarcastically. The fortunes of war, sir, Drake replied tonelessly. Enough backbiting! Richardson snapped. Drake followed orders, Tony. That the operation went to hell in a handbasket More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone was not his fault. The question is, who is passing himself off as Nichols? Peter Howell, obviously, Price replied. Clearly Nichols lasted long stuck on a truck
to give him the contact number. Richardson glanced at Drake. Sergeant? I agree that Nichols gave up the number, sir. And the rendezvous point, too. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page John Nalbone Otherwise your caller would have asked you to identify safe point Alpha. But I dont think it was Howell. Why? Howell lives in this country, sir. Although hes retired, weve power 95.3
suspected that hes still available for certain operations, and it came out that he and Smi.
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