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THE PORT
Port of Brunswick, Colonel’s Island Terminal, Oglethorpe Bay. About seventy-eight miles south of Savannah, Georgia.
The second largest “roll on, roll off” port in the country, the port of Brunswick, Georgia sprawled before their eyes. A parking lot with thousands of newly imported cars, each covered in white, stick-down plastic, engulfed a mass of acreage. As the SUV screeched to a stop at a control facility near the dock, two men ran toward the vehicle, one holding FBI credentials.
“Agent Baker?”
“Yes.”
“Special Agent Lyons, bureau, Savannah field office.”
“Hey,” Kyle said to Cade, “how come everyone down here assumes she’s in charge? What am I, chopped liver?”
“Well, did you save the free world from a nuclear h*******t?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Agent Lyons said, “What’s with
