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“You’re right It would be satisfying in the short run, but I want you to live a long life with your failure You failed to rescue Overholt when you had the chance Your reputation is in tatters with the CIA and the US government What else do you have left?”

Tate paused for effect And Juan realized what he meant

Juan launched hion? What have you done?”

“Nothingyet Come”

Catcalls and curses rained down on Juan as he was shoved through the exit door behind Tate They wound through the ship, and Juan knew exactly where they were going since the interior layout was identical to the Oregon’s The sole difference was the lack of artwork adorning the corridors’ walls

“You’re so unoriginal, Tate You had to copy me?”

Tate shrugged “I think of it ood idea As you know, I don’t ”

They entered the op center, and the sense of déjà vu was even stronger for Juan He had the urge to sit in the captain’s chair, but Tate settled into it

“What would be your worst nightmare, Juan?” Tate asked casually “The death of your crew? The sinking of your ship?”

Juan reht-lipped He didn’t think Tate had the on, especially with the Portland sitting in Buenos Aires

“I can see that would be difficult for you,” Tate continued “But wouldn’t it be worse if I took command of your beloved spy ship?”

Juan scoffed, but he didn’t like where this was going “What are you babbling about now?”

“You didn’t think I’d send them to find the real Kansas City, did you?”

“Of course not” But they had to risk going to the coordinates Tate gave them in case it was there

“As I told your dear dead friend Overholt, I needed soodoal for ible And it worked”