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he Director of Central Intelligence was not a happy man, and the looks he kept giving his Chief of Clandestine Services showed it. “I told you this thing would go right in the crapper when you decided against using one of our own people.”
“I was directed to look for non-governmental assets, sir.” The man who calls himself Bayer put his cup on the coffee table in the center of the briefing room just down the hall from the Oval Office. “That’s what I did and the mission was accomplished. This other business…”
“This other business has dropped us in a basket of manure,” the Vice President interrupted. “Your people on the ground in Lebanon conducted some kind of cowboy operation, killed seven militiamen and never found Davis. We’ve got all the diplomatic pressure in the worl
