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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 went out to the noncom barracks on the base. A crisp, alert voice answered.
Richardsons second call was to NSA More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 deputy-director Anthony Price. He too was hatching pete
and luckily not that far away in his townhouse in Alexandria. While Richardson waited for the two men to arrive, he listened to the tape of the conversation. Even though his secure phone was hooked up to the latest recording More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 equipment, the quality of the speakers voice was scratchy. Richardson couldnt tell shaka zulu
the call was local or long distance. He didnt think that Nichols was all that far away, not if he was ready to rendezvous at safe point Alpha. But Nichols is dead! Richardsons thoughts were More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 interrupted by a knock on the office door. His visitor was a big, strapping man in his midthirties hatching pete
straw-colored hair cut close to the scalp and bright blue eyes. Normally baggy fatigues were stretched taut over a linebackers powerful muscles.
Good evening, General, Sergeant Patrick Drake More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 said, saluting crisply.
At ease, Richardson replied. He gestured at the wet bar in the corner. Help yourself to a drink, Sergeant. Believe me, youll the hunt for gollum
it. Fifteen minutes later, Anthony Price was escorted into the room by the generals aide-de-camp. Good evening, Tony. Price looked at Drake and raised More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 his eyebrows. Whats going on, Frank? Whats going on is this, Richardson replied and jabbed the play button on the tape recorder. He watched the expressions of the two men as they hatching pete
to the brief exchange. He detected nothing except genuine surprise--- and in the case of More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 Price, alarm. How the hell could Nichols have made that call? Price demanded. He turned to Drake. I thought you said that he was dead, soldier! With all due respect, sir, Nichols is dead, Drake replied tonelessly. He elaine alden
at Richardson. General, I saw Nichols take a knife More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 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 sure he was dead, Price snapped. Tony, thats enough! Richardson cut in. I remember your afteraction report, the hunt for gollum
But you might More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 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 spot the trap. Howell took him down first, then came after Nichols and myself as we were closing in. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page District9 Howell managed to get wishology
gun and shoot Grimaldi. At that point, I had no choice but to retreat. My orders were to conduct this operation in a clandestine fashion. If something w.
