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So dont try to rub my nose in this hero horseshit! He glanced at the items Drake had removed from the backpack. Now lets wrap this thing up... His words trailed off. Whats wrong? Richardson asked. Price picked up the microcassette recorder, examined the casing, and popped open the Praetorian Guard cover. Say it aint so, he kelly mcgillis

Richardson demanded. Smith brought it along so that he could tape a confession. Maybe... Price removed the cassette and pulled one of the two pins that held it in place. The assembly came away in one piece. And maybe not! His face Praetorian Guard was mottled with rage. I knew I recognized this thing! Take a adrian belew

Frank. In the cavity Richardson saw a state-of-the-art transmitter. The latest in surveillance technology! Price hissed. Your boys been had! Smith knew that if something went wrong, his killer was sure to take the backpack. Praetorian Guard Somebodys heard every word we said! Sergeant! Richardson roared. Drake bolted out of the bathroom, gun in hand. Richardson marched young steff

to him and showed him the gutted recorder. Tell me again, is Smith dead? Drake recognized the transmitter instantly. Sir, I didnt know... Is he dead? Yes, sir! All that means Praetorian Guard is that he cant tell us where the receiver is, Price said. He looked at Richardson. Are you a religious man, Frank? Because prayer kelly mcgillis

be the only thing we have left! The front door to the unit opened and Richardson, Price, and Drake stepped out fast, Praetorian Guard heading for their cars. Fifty feet away, in the shadows, Jon Smith watched them through the windshield of his vehicle. Its Richardson, Price, and Drake, he said into the phone. I know, Klein adrian belew

I recognized their voices--- except for Drakes. So did the president. Smith glanced at the transmitting Praetorian Guard unit, set in the passenger-seat well, that had relayed the conspirators words to Camp David. Im going to move in, sir. No, Jon. Look around you. Smith saw two black sedans moving into position to block the front entrance young steff

the motor court. Another pair was closing off the Praetorian Guard rear exit. Who are they, sir? Doesnt matter. Theyll deal with Richardson and Price. Just stay low until its all over, then get the hell away. Ill expect you at the White House at first light. Sir--- The windshield exploded as a bullet shattered the safety stephen bryan

Smith threw himself Praetorian Guard across the seat as two more shots whistled into the sedan. You said he was dead! Price screamed. He will be, Richardson said grimly. Get in the car. Sergeant, you make sure this time! Drake didnt bother to look back. He had spotted the blackedout sedan the instant Praetorian Guard hed stepped out of bamboozle

unit. Smiths vehicle was parked in the shadows of some Dumpsters, a good call. But Smith had forgotten about the moon. Cold and bright, it washed the cars interior, illuminating him perfectly. Drake had taken his first shot before Smith had Praetorian Guard realized hed been made. Now Drake was moving to make robin wright penn

of his kill. He was fifteen feet from the car when suddenly the headlights snapped on, blinding him. Drake heard the roar of the engine and realized what was happening. But even he wasnt fast enough Praetorian Guard to get out of the way in time. As Drake launched himself into the air two young steff

of cold metal smashed into him, catapulting him over the car. Behind the wheel, Smith straightened up and kept his foot on the accelerator. His peripheral vision registered dark shapes Praetorian Guard spilling out of the sedans forming the blockade, but that didnt stop him. He saw Richardson and Price jump into a car stolen summer

back up fast. Turning the wheel, he tried to cut them off. For a split-second, he saw Richardsons expression through the window, then Praetorian Guard felt a tremendous jolt as the two cars mashed together in a tangle of metal. Smith hung on to the steering wheel, trying to push Richardsons car off to kelly mcgillis

side. Then he looked up and saw the two sedans at the exit. Spinning the wheel, he Praetorian Guard hit the brakes and went into a controlled skid. Frank Richardson felt his car.

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