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As they left NSA Headquarters, Stone pulled the truck onto the freeway and headed toward home. “We’ll just have time to throw a few things together before we need to head to Joint Base Andrews.”
“You’ve been there before?” Talia asked.
“Many times.”
“I take it this isn’t going to be the most comfortable flight?”
“If you consider jump-seats and shoulder harnesses comfortable, sure. Oh, and it’s not exactly a temperature controlled environment either. Might get a bit chilly up there.”
“Why didn’t Knuckles just put us on a commercial flight? Trying to save money?”
“Hardly,” Stone replied. “I asked him to do it this way. Security. I was concerned we’d be sitting ducks. I mean, if someone inside an intelligence agency as capable as the Mossad wants us dead, arriving on a commercial fl
