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Within minutes, travelers were being herded out of the area.
Brushing aside a medic, Kirov went over to Smith and knelt down by the two bodies.
The foam around his mouth...?
Poison.
Kirov stared at Lara Telegins glassy eyes, then reached out and closed the lids. Why? Why was More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris she working with him?
Smith shook his private practice season finale
With Yardeni? Him, too, probably. But I meant Ivan Beria. Then Smith remembered the man in the black overcoat, nowhere to be seen now. Who is he? Kirov winced as the medic firmly sat him down and went to work on his More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris wound. Ivan Beria. A Serb freelance operator. He has a long and bloody usaa
in the Balkans. He hesitated. He was also a KGB favorite. Most recently hes been contracting out his skills to the mafiya and certain Western interests. Smith caught something in Kirovs tone. Its personal, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris isnt it? Two of my best undercover agents in the mafiya were murdered in a particularly brutal fashion, Kirov martin fury
flatly. Berias fingerprints were all over that job. Im going to put an alert--- No, dont touch him! Smith yelled as the medic was reaching for Yardenis body. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris Stepping over to the corpse, he felt gently along the inside folds of the parka. Travel documents, he said, producing Yardenis passport and air tickets. His abbondanza
continued to work inside the parka. Suddenly, something very cold brushed his fingertips. Get me some gloves! he called to the medic. Seconds More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris later, Smith eased out the shiny metal container and carefully laid it on the floor. I need ice! Kirov moved in for a better look. Its intact, thank God! Do you recognize the abbondanza
design? Its standard issue for the transport of ampoules from the Bioaparat safe to the laboratories. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris He spoke briefly into his mike, then looked at Smith. The biohazard unit will be here in a few minutes. While Kirov issued orders for the station to be cleared, Smith placed the container into a bucket foppish
ice that the medic had managed to find. The More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Polaris nitrogen in the thermal layer kept the container at just above freezing, rendering the virus inactive. But Smith had no idea how long the charge would last. Keeping the canister on ice would provide some measure of safety until the biohazard team abbondanza
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