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Anna lost her temper and turned on him. "My God, can't you blame anyone but the Russians? It seems to me that even American reactionaries would get tired of stirring the embers of the cold war." |
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Ave rolled his eyes up to heaven. "Jesus Christ, lady, you haven't been listening to me at all. What will it take to convince her, John?" he asked. |
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Morgan had risen to stand in the narrow aisle, watching and listening to the two of them argue. He settled into the empty seat ahead of Anna and Ave, turning to face them. "Settle it later. Right now we have another problem." |
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"I'm not surprised," Ave said. "This operation isn't exactly a Swiss watch." |
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"I think there's a leak in the NSC office. A bad one." |
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Ave said, "Shit. So that's how the little turd knew how to find you." |
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"I think so. No one else knew except for Charlotte Conroy." |
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"She could have leaked. The UN wallahs love to run off at the mouth." |
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"True." Peters paused. "Kellner will shit a brick." |
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But the information on Morgan's whereabouts could only have come from the NSC office. When I talked to Hardy, the duty officer, Morgan thought, I gave him time and location. We were shopped almost as soon as I'd hung up the telephone, he thought bitterly. The question was, by whom? |
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Anna listened with growing unease. "Are you sure you're not just playing a cloak-and-dagger game?" |
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Ave threw up his hands. "You are a gem, lady. Beyond fucking price. Spoken like Jake Fucking Neville." |
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The van was slowing to stop at the White House gate. |
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"I told you that you might be in over your head, girl, but you don't believe me. All right. You're going to learn all kinds |
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