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NSA Command Center
Stone walked up behind Knuckles who was hunched over his laptop. “You working on getting us a flight?”
“Huh? What, are you kidding? I’m playing Fortnite.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.” Knuckles swiveled his chair toward Stone. “I could have put you on the 6:00 p.m. El Al, flight LY 2, JFK to Tel Aviv, which would touch down at Ben Gurion International at 11:50 a.m. tomorrow. First class tickets, the works.”
“And why didn’t you?”
“Because you told me not to.” The kid grinned. “You’re on an Air Force C-17 Globemaster out of Joint Base Andrews. Departs around the same time.”
“Twenty-four hours in a jumpseat.” Stone grinned. “Just like old times. All the luxuries of home. Talia’s going to just love this. Thanks, Kid,” Stone said. He turned to Talia. “We’ve got
