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Vector Six would not stay on-line any longer than was absolutely necessary. Contact had been established, an itinerary proposed, accepted, and verified. Vector Six would not use this channel of communications again.
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had prompted Vector Six to contact him. Unlike the CIA and other intelligence agencies, Covert-One did not run a string of foreign agents. Nonetheless, Klein had a handful of contacts abroad. Some had been cultivated during his days at the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Thad Phillips NSA; others were the results of chance meetings that had blossomed into area code 206
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moaned as it drove heavy clouds across the sky. A former combat internist and battlefield surgeon, Smith had developed the gift of waking up fully alert. That ability had served him well during his time at USAMRIID, where sleep was often More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Thad Phillips snatched between long, grueling hours of work. It served him matt stafford
now. Smith checked the time at the bottom right-hand corner of the monitor: almost nine oclock. He had been asleep for two hours. Emotionally spent, his mind still filled with images of Sophia, he had driven More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Thad Phillips himself home, heated up some soup, then stretched out on the couch and listened to the superfecta
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disturbing your dinner. No, sir. I ate earlier on. In that case, how soon can you get out to Andrews Air Force base? Smith took a More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Thad Phillips deep breath. Klein usually had a calm, businesslike demeanor. Smith had seldom found him curt or abrupt. Which means theres trouble--- and its closing fast. About forty-five minutes, sir. Good. And seth cravens
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