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he Commodore Hotel suite exploded in jubilation when news came in from Morty P over the long-range radio that Shake had been found. It was now just a matter of getting a full debriefing from the recon party and then they could plan a rescue mission. The suite mini-bar had been closed by Fast Eddie’s direction until Shake was safe, but Linda ignored his feeble protest and uncorked a bottle of chilled white wine. Chan had been fighting hard to keep her emotions in check and a little edge-cutter couldn’t hurt at this point.
Fast Eddie Evans took his glass out onto the suite patio when his cell phone rang. It was Morty P calling. He checked his watch. They must be halfway back to Beirut, he thought and made the connection.
“Hold one for Mr. Stokey,” the Gunny said and handed the pho
