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Greer shut the door, turned the lock, and pocketed the key "Keep it down in there," he barked through the slot "I don’t want to have to come back here" He turned to look at Michael "What happened to your head? That looks like it hurt"

"Not to sound ungrateful, but I’ to Plan B"

"I didn’t knoe had one of those"

Greer handed him Winfield’s pistol "I’ll explain on the way"

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Peter, Apgar, and Chase were looking over Michael’s passenger manifest when shouts erupted in the hall: "Put it down! Put it down!"

A crash; a gunshot

Peter reached into his desk for the pistol he kept there "Gunnar, what have you got?"

"Nothing"

"Ford?"

The man shook his head

"Get behind ar took positions against the wall on either side The wood shuddered: so it

The door blew open

As the first un skittered away Apgar pinned him with his knees, one hand on his throat, the other lifted, ready to strike He stopped

"Greer?"

"Hello, General"

"Michael," Peter said, lowering his gun, "what the fuck"

Three soldiers charged into the room, rifles drawn