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NSA Command Center
Stone went into the sprawling command center with his identification card clipped to his t-shirt and walked over to where Jana and Talia were waiting. Jana turned to him. “You look like a beach bum,” she said. “Has nothing changed since Antigua?”
“Nice to see you, Baker.”
Referring to the multiple security checkpoints at NSA, Jana said, “Have any trouble getting in?”
“Just that one female guard,” he replied. “She always gives me such a hard time.”
“You have that effect on women,” Jana said. She turned to Talia. “Talia Stiel, meet John Stone. Mister Stone is a contractor. He’s done a lot of work with us in the past.”
Stone shook Talia’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Talia said as she glanced him up and down. “I was expecting someone,” she paused, “bigger.”
“Yeah,”
