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Then he looked up and saw the two sedans at the exit. Spinning the wheel, he hit the brakes and went into a controlled skid.
Frank Richardson felt his car rock as Smiths vehicle spun away. Then he too saw the blockade.
Frank! Price screamed.
Richardson slammed on More Page Sophomore the brakes, but too late. Just derby odds
he threw his hands over his face the car smashed into the front ends of the angled sedans. Seconds later, a piece of jagged metal tore through his throat as he was hurled through the windshield. Smith leaped out of More Page Sophomore his car, running hard. He got close enough to see Richardsons body mothers day flowers
across the hood before a pair of strong arms caught him. Its too late, sir! a voice called out. Smith struggled but was dragged back. A moment later, a huge explosion slammed him to the More Page Sophomore ground. Gasping and coughing, Smith struggled to breathe. Lifting his head off the asphalt, he saw a giant fireball kim wardlaw
the three vehicles. Slowly he rolled away, oblivious to the shadows darting around him, the urgent voices calling to one another. A pair of hands hauled him More Page Sophomore to his feet and he found himself looking at a young, hatchet-faced man. You dont belong here, sir. Who... are you? The man pressed a set of kim wardlaw
into Smiths palm. Theres a green Chevy around the corner. Take it and go. And, sir? Mr. Klein said to remind you More Page Sophomore about your meeting at the White House. CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN Numb and exhausted, Smith somehow managed to drive himself to Bethesda. Walking into the house, he dropped his clothes on the way jerry remy sick
the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood under the hot, stinging spray. The pounding water More Page Sophomore drowned out the screams and explosions of the night. But no matter how hard he tried, Smith couldnt erase the image of Richardsons car slamming into the blockade, the fireball erupting, the sight of Richardson and mothers day flowers
human torches. Smith stumbled into the bedroom and lay down More Page Sophomore naked on the covers. Closing his eyes, he set his soldiers mental clock and let himself be swept away into a long, dark tunnel. He felt himself .
