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Immediately, the shadows closed in.
Help me...
Yardeni had no idea what was happening to him. First his chest had felt like it was on fire; now it seemed to be caught in the jaws of a giant vise that was mercilessly squeezing the life out of Symone Fisher him.
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them demanded. Do you know this man? We met on the train, Beria replied. Maybe he remembers me. God, look at him. Hes delirious! The poison was causing Yardeni to foam at the mouth, cutting Symone Fisher off his speech. Beria was very close now, kneeling. Youll have to come with--- one of the agents began. He pollution
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Telegin screamed as Symone Fisher the bullets tore into her, slamming her body against a pillar. For an instant, she hung like that, her head lolling to one side. Then her gun clattered to the floor, her knees gave way, and she slid down, lifeless as a broken marionette. Smith turned Symone Fisher to Kirov, who had dr. gitterle
himself up against a door. He ripped open his jacket, pulled down the sleeve, and saw the bloodied flesh where Telegins bullet had struck his upper arm. Kirov clenched his teeth. Its a through-and-through. Ill live. Get over to Yardeni. Telegin--- To hell with Symone Fisher her! I just hope that you arent a good shot. maldive islands
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Militiamen and police were flooding the station. Kirov was on his feet, unsteady and in pain, but strong enough to bark out orders. Within minutes, travelers were being herded Symone Fisher out of the area.
Brushing aside a medic, Kirov went over to Smith and knelt down by the two bodies.
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stared at Lara Telegins glassy eyes, then reached out and closed the lids. Why? Why was she working with him? Smith shook his head. Symone Fisher 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 .
