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tioned to you. There's no argument, so don't waste time on it. He has been told he can write the official version of this enterprise. Ryerson will be the pool reporter." |
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"Mr. Ryerson will do his part, believe me." |
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Morgan looked at Anna. Her face was expressionless, guarded. She had two bags of photo equipment at her feet. Goddamn, that's what she had in mind. |
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"What did Ryerson give you in return?" Morgan asked. |
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Kellner's voice was quiet. "Camilla. All the proof we need." |
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Morgan said, "I had a call in the van from the duty officer, about a woman looking for Karmann. I told him to call you." |
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"I know. He reached me on our way here." |
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"It may not have been Camilla," Morgan said. |
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"Then again, it may have been. Never mind. You have enough on your plate. We'll handle my old friend. Everything she values is within thirty miles of this place. She won't go far." |
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"I still think taking Ryerson is a terrible idea," Morgan argued, without much hope of persuading Kellner. "Anna" |
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Anna spoke up. "Don't go male chauvinist on me, Morgan," she said. "There has to be a record of this, and we can't leave it to the creative pen of Joe Ryerson, or any other reporter. If we succeed, my photographs will record everything that goes on up there, and no one will be able to deny them." |
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"You don't know what you're facing." He glared at Kellner. "Does she?" |
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"She knows. It's her choice to make." |
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"Her choice or yours?" Morgan was very angry. He said harshly, "What did she have to promise for the privilege of risking her life?" |
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"That's enough, Colonel," Kellner said. "Mrs. Neville made her decision. That's the end of it, unless you feel you cannot continue with the mission. In which case, you have |
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