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scoop on the fight that broke out?
That s the million dollar question. Tough to decipher exactly how it began. No one s claiming
responsibility, so we don t know yet if there s a connection with the explosion on the boat. We ve got
guys tracing bomb parts and working the underwater recovery mission to gather more evidence.
Smooth clicked through computer keys without even looking their way. Probably just horny guys out of
control.
Quite possibly, Nunez answered, unconvinced. We re as sure as we can be for now. Any particular
reason you want to know, Gage?
Just curious. He gave the panel a final fist-thump. Once you ve got Chuck s locale better pinpointed,
we ll close in with surveillance.
Nunez bypassed the nearly empty coffeepot and box of doughnuts to stride down the line of equipment.
You can really see through walls with this thing?
Absolutely, the commander answered without hesitation. We worked the kinks out of this particular
piece of equipment during the surge over in Iraq. With miniature munitions we developed, you could take
out a lone sniper in a room and not even knock the knickknacks off the mantel.
Gage leaned forward with intense eyes. This one time, some Iraqi policemen were kidnapped and
hustled off into a particularly bad neighborhood in Sadr City. We trolled over the area until we found a
whole bunch of bodies crammed into one room in this walled compound. There were eleven missing
policemen and eleven warm bodies in there. We called in the cavalry on the ground, told them where the
other bodies in the house were, and turned them loose. They got those guys out of there before anyone
had a chance to roll out the torture table.
The commander stroked a computer screen with reverence. The inventor of this system saved at least
eleven families a lot of pain. I would say this thing has already proved it was worth the money.
Nunez looked to the undercurrents of their fireside storytelling. And that was the first time you used it?
In combat while the enemy shot at you?
Sure, Gage answered, adrenaline all but crackling in his eyes.
You work the kinks out in operation. Nunez twisted the camera button on his jacket, praying like crazy
the thing wouldn t explode into flames. I so didn t need to hear that.
The commander nudged his black-rimmed glasses in place. Agent Nunez, sometimes there s a push to
deliver, and we have to go with our gut.
What if it had gone the other way?
Gage grinned. Our guts are pretty fucking good.
Nunez hoped for Chuck Tanaka s sake that Jimmy Gage could back up that cockiness.
SIX
Eyes closed, Chloe eased down the cinderblock hall wall to sit on the floor and savor the sensation of
undiluted Boston Philharmonic pouring through her iPod earbuds. Oh yeah. Just what she needed to pass
the time as she waited for Livia to finish her rehearsal in the base basketball court allocated for their use.
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Hanging around seemed to be the status quo lately. They were still waiting for the go-ahead to resume
their tour. At least they had practices to pass the time, even private rehearsal rooms. The event director
had worked her tail off this morning for shows they weren t even certain they would present.
For a hijacked moment in the deserted back corridor, Chloe indulged in a Mozart fix. She hadn t
expected to miss her job this much, since she would be singing. It had always been about the music for
her, the one thing sporadic bouts of poor health couldn t leach away.
Don t go there. Just let the waterfall of notes obliterate all else.Her hands gravitated by instinct to
conduct. Peace melted her muscles.
Then it tingled away. Someone was here, in the remote passageway. The tile floor underneath her went
ice cold.
The sense of being eyeballed crescendoed in time with the music. She jolted to her feet, her eyes
snapping open, muscles tensed.
Jimmy lounged against the wall by a Turkish tapestry. Even wearing air force sweatpants and a T-shirt, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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scoop on the fight that broke out?
That s the million dollar question. Tough to decipher exactly how it began. No one s claiming
responsibility, so we don t know yet if there s a connection with the explosion on the boat. We ve got
guys tracing bomb parts and working the underwater recovery mission to gather more evidence.
Smooth clicked through computer keys without even looking their way. Probably just horny guys out of
control.
Quite possibly, Nunez answered, unconvinced. We re as sure as we can be for now. Any particular
reason you want to know, Gage?
Just curious. He gave the panel a final fist-thump. Once you ve got Chuck s locale better pinpointed,
we ll close in with surveillance.
Nunez bypassed the nearly empty coffeepot and box of doughnuts to stride down the line of equipment.
You can really see through walls with this thing?
Absolutely, the commander answered without hesitation. We worked the kinks out of this particular
piece of equipment during the surge over in Iraq. With miniature munitions we developed, you could take
out a lone sniper in a room and not even knock the knickknacks off the mantel.
Gage leaned forward with intense eyes. This one time, some Iraqi policemen were kidnapped and
hustled off into a particularly bad neighborhood in Sadr City. We trolled over the area until we found a
whole bunch of bodies crammed into one room in this walled compound. There were eleven missing
policemen and eleven warm bodies in there. We called in the cavalry on the ground, told them where the
other bodies in the house were, and turned them loose. They got those guys out of there before anyone
had a chance to roll out the torture table.
The commander stroked a computer screen with reverence. The inventor of this system saved at least
eleven families a lot of pain. I would say this thing has already proved it was worth the money.
Nunez looked to the undercurrents of their fireside storytelling. And that was the first time you used it?
In combat while the enemy shot at you?
Sure, Gage answered, adrenaline all but crackling in his eyes.
You work the kinks out in operation. Nunez twisted the camera button on his jacket, praying like crazy
the thing wouldn t explode into flames. I so didn t need to hear that.
The commander nudged his black-rimmed glasses in place. Agent Nunez, sometimes there s a push to
deliver, and we have to go with our gut.
What if it had gone the other way?
Gage grinned. Our guts are pretty fucking good.
Nunez hoped for Chuck Tanaka s sake that Jimmy Gage could back up that cockiness.
SIX
Eyes closed, Chloe eased down the cinderblock hall wall to sit on the floor and savor the sensation of
undiluted Boston Philharmonic pouring through her iPod earbuds. Oh yeah. Just what she needed to pass
the time as she waited for Livia to finish her rehearsal in the base basketball court allocated for their use.
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Hanging around seemed to be the status quo lately. They were still waiting for the go-ahead to resume
their tour. At least they had practices to pass the time, even private rehearsal rooms. The event director
had worked her tail off this morning for shows they weren t even certain they would present.
For a hijacked moment in the deserted back corridor, Chloe indulged in a Mozart fix. She hadn t
expected to miss her job this much, since she would be singing. It had always been about the music for
her, the one thing sporadic bouts of poor health couldn t leach away.
Don t go there. Just let the waterfall of notes obliterate all else.Her hands gravitated by instinct to
conduct. Peace melted her muscles.
Then it tingled away. Someone was here, in the remote passageway. The tile floor underneath her went
ice cold.
The sense of being eyeballed crescendoed in time with the music. She jolted to her feet, her eyes
snapping open, muscles tensed.
Jimmy lounged against the wall by a Turkish tapestry. Even wearing air force sweatpants and a T-shirt, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]