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He sat in the darkness of his parked car, listening to the soft fall of rain patter on his roof.
It was a pity about the SOG team failure, but the back door Guest Seven’s contact had prepared for him in advance had just paid its first dividends.
He hadn’t intended to use it until later in the operation, but a few more pointing fingers never hurt.
Wouldn’t hurt him, at least. They were going to be very painful to someone else though.
He sipped his coffee as he sat in the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot at the northwest corner of Andrews Air Force Base.
Not the rich brew of Jerusalem or the sweet-and-cardamom of the Turks, but it was sufficient to the moment.
He’d—
There!
Taking off from Andrews. The US Air Force C-40B was headed aloft. He tracked the converted 737 up into the night s
