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Clarissa definitely liked this.
They’d come to her. Landed their helicopter in the green center of the executive parking lot on the northeast side of CIA headquarters. She’d been able to sit in her office and watch through the one-way glass as they landed three stories below her window.
The heavy thump of the rotors through the thick glass had been positively s****l. She was definitely going to unleash all of that on Clark tonight. He’d never know what hit him.
They were now seated in her office.
Excellent. An even better high.
Generals Nason and Gray—such an odd couple. The grizzled warrior past his prime and the new general in charge of the NRO. Clarissa reminded herself that the NRO’s budget was roughly the same size as hers. And that it wasn’t generally subject to Congressiona
