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"Sir, it'll take you anyplace you want," said the pilot agreeably

Suvorov eased into the empty co-pilot's seat and buckled the harness "I wasn't told our destination," he said

"Russia, eventually," the pilot said with a s is to find where you came from"

"Came from?"

"My orders are to fly you around the back country until you identify the facility in which you and those tindbags in the back have spent the last eight days When we accomplish that mission, I'm to fly you to another departure area"

"All right," said Suvorov "I'll do my best"

The pilot didn't offer his name and Suvorov knew better than to ask The man was undoubtedly one of the esties" stationed around the United States, experts in specialized occupations, all waiting for a call instructing theht never come

The helicopter rose fifty feet in the air and then banked off toward Charleston Bay "Okay, which way?" asked the pilot

"I can't be sure It was dark and I was lost"

"Can you give me a landmark?"

"About five miles from Charleston; I crossed a river"

"From what direction?"

"West, yes, the daas breaking ahead of me"

"Must be Stono River"

"Stono, that's it"