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Im home. Hurt. I need to come in.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
General Frank Richardson inadvertently knocked the cigar burning in the cut-glass ashtray.
Say again, he spoke into the phone.
A patchy, mangled voice came back at him. ...is Nichols ...Hurt ...coming in.
Richardson clenched the receiver. Go to safe More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race point Alpha. Repeat: safe point Alpha. 
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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 of the grandfather clock and the distant drones of Humvees as security More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race details went about their patrols around Fort Belvoir. Nichols... Hurt... Impossible! Richardson took a kent state college fest
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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race voice answered. Richardsons second call was to NSA deputy-director Anthony Price. He too was awake, and luckily not that gluten free diet
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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race was hooked up to the latest recording equipment, the quality of the speakers voice was scratchy. Richardson couldnt tell if the call was local beltane
long distance. He didnt think that Nichols was all that far away, not if he was ready to rendezvous at safe More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race point Alpha. But Nichols is dead! Richardsons thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. His visitor was a big, strapping man in his midthirties with straw-colored hair cut close julie gans
the scalp and bright blue eyes. Normally baggy fatigues were stretched taut over a linebackers More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race powerful muscles.
Good evening, General, Sergeant Patrick Drake 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 need it.
Fifteen minutes later, Anthony 
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was escorted into the room by the generals aide-de-camp. Good More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race 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 on the tape recorder. He watched the expressions of the two men as they listened to the brief exchange. denton isd
detected nothing except More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race 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 dead, soldier! With all due respect, sir, Nichols is dead, Drake replied tonelessly. He looked at More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race Richardson. General, I saw hydroxycut recall
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 sure he was dead, Price snapped. Tony, thats enough! Richardson cut in. I More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race remember your afteraction report, Sergeant. But you might want to beltane
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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Groton Road Race and myself as we were closing in. Howell managed to get Nicholss gun and shoot Gr.
