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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 of the grandfather clock and the distant drones More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Zombie Swine Flu of Humvees as security details went 
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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 went out to the noncom barracks on the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Zombie Swine Flu base. A crisp, alert voice answered. Richardsons second call was to NSA deputy-director marcus freeman
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 listened to the tape of the conversation. Even More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Zombie Swine Flu though his secure phone was hooked up to the latest recording equipment, the quality of the speakers voice alligator alley
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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 
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Sergeant. Believe me, youll need it. Fifteen minutes later, Anthony Price was escorted into the room More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Zombie Swine Flu 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 on the tape recorder. He watched the expressions of kelis
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