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Bureau
FBI Field Office, Texas City
Whelan slammed his desk phone down. "Dammit!" he said.
A uniformed officer walking past smiled then said, "What's the matter, Lieutenant? Your mama can’t come over for supper tonight?" The man laughed and continued walking.
"Kiss my a*s," Whelan said, though he knew the officer was joking. He had just tried for the third time to get the FBI to give him a straight answer. Had they completed the psychological profile of the Terminator or not? Whelan didn’t know what the delay was down at the FBI field office, but whatever was happening down there, they were stalling.
Whelan stood and grabbed his coat jacket. Moments later he was in his undercover cruiser. He inserted the keys, and the Crown Vic surged to life. He backed up then headed out to catch
