out from under her with a swift kick. Isela hit the meta

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agent said int

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leaning man yelled, waving hi

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ulled a black hood from his belt

hed into suffoc

he agent

toes on the bulkheads, banged her shoulder against doorfr

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f diesel was replaced by the salt

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was rip

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dy spinning its rotors

ake her to the ch

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k that was so rare, blood

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lowed. He wiped his mouth with

g over the rotor wash. "This is the

ard. She fell to her knees

rady. Ready for transp

as wearing a white linen suit that looked pri

his Italian loafe

. "Agent Best had a code in his head. A code I n

shouted over the wind. "I

kick

ribs, but it knocked the air out of he

ng to come with us. And my surgeons are going to take you apa

d me no

ro waved his han

the helicopter. The downdraft whipped her hair into

perately. The deck wa

doors to the poo

was smoot

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rolled-up magazine. He looked like he was stepping o

g at the helicopt

tated. The presence of Clinto

at her. He went to Jairo's table, picked u

ut through the noise. "You're landing military aircraf

ion, Clinton. It doesn't concern y

bottle down. H

landed

e oversized men's shirt she was w

o pity in his eyes. Only a c

mployee," C

untered, his hand hovering n

Isela, "is on my manifest. And nobody leav

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