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"I'll fly the helo just the way that son of a bitch in the White House basement meant for me to do all along. And I'd better tell you, this being no time for girlish secrets: Kellner asked me to watch you and keep you in line.
"Morgan's face paled with anger.
"He could see how the lady was affecting you. Listen, I'm only telling you. You have a right to know, and I wanted it off my conscience. Speaking of which, where is the little shit, Ryerson? You don't suppose he and Karmann have run off together, do you?"
Just then, Dr. Doris Waymer bore down on Morgan, ignoring everyone else in her single-minded concentration. "What size are you, Colonelsix feet, 180 or so?" She inspected him closely. "We have two antirad diving suits, one smaller and one considerably bigger than your size. We'll modify the big one for you, Colonel Morgan. Please come along."
"How long will it take?"
"An hour."
"Too long." Morgan rubbed his forehead wearily, fighting off a headache. "I need time with Karmann's notes. Where the hell is he? And what time is it now?"
They all looked at their watches, driven by a single instinct. It was 0507 hours.
"Just a moment while I get some measurements, and we can work on the suit while you're getting together with the Russian. Cuts the time I'll need you in person in half," Dr. Waymer said, whipping out a tape measure.
Harris fidgeted while Dr. Waymer used her tape, then insisted, "Karmann's notes, Colonel Morgan."
"Let's go look," Morgan said. The air inside the admin tent was cold, moist, and pungent with the smell of fear. he looked at Anna. "All right? Any regrets?"
"None," she said. "Not one."
Joe Ryerson stood, breathless, outside the admin tent. He'd missed the briefing. The air was freezing, laced with snow and

 
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