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hed for signs of further
instability.
If he'd cocked up he'd have understood and even agreed, but he'd gone by the
book and been damned by it. Well, he made it a point to never blithely accept
the status quo if it put him at a disadvantage; like now.
Jesus, he couldn't believe he was doing this; a warzone was positively
boring by comparison to the fear he felt now. Think positive, he reminded
himself. If he succeeded, this would take pride of place in his diary and
maybe even an Autobiography. 'The year of living dangerously' would make a
nice title for that, but then he was too modest for such an undertaking.
Thirty minutes. Plenty of time to get in and splice some bugs into the
communications. He went for it as soon as the Blonde secretary had left for
lunch. First there was that security camera monitoring the outside door. No
problem. He stooped to hide his face as he walked up to it, then snipped the
cable.
The President saw the display die. Time to bring in the tech boys. He'd let
Sapphr handle
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