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After more than eighteen hours of flying, the plane with a man named Marco Barrameda on board finally landed on the runway of the DCA. And it went as smoothly as he had expected. From the Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila to the last of the many strict procedures upon arrival in Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Arlington, Virginia, the fake passport did its job superbly. And so when Sergeant Miguel Romero walked out of that airport, he was literally roaming around in a foreign land as somebody else. Miguel met a friendly taxi driver who taught him where to find the cheapest hotel in the city. He found one and took a budget room for himself where he spent the next four to five hours of dawn sleeping. When he woke up, Miguel took a shower and dressed in t
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