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Chapter Twenty-One
Half Moon Bay, California/November 28, 29
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We take our allies wherever we find them, and we find them everywhere. Meanwhile, the despoilers of the Motherland search desperately for friendsand find only Americans.
GENERAL PIOTR KONDRATIEV
Morgan stood for a moment longer, looking at the sleeping woman. The lines of pain and weariness on her face had smoothed out. The corners of her mouth were turned up. He caught himself sharply. Remember why you're here, Morgan, he thought. He closed the door.
Ave Peters asked, "Is she sleeping?"
"Yes. And a good thing, too. She's close to the edge." Morgan made his way around the clutter in the room, old newspapers and magazines, mixed indiscriminately with fishing tackle and hunting paraphernalia. He pushed some boxes off a scuffed leather sofa and sat down. He was as exhausted as Anna, but had been unable to sleep more than four hours, and that fitfully. His dreams had been filled with the sight of

 
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