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THE MOST-LOGICAL CONCLUSIONS
NSA Headquarters, Operations Center. October 16, 8:48 p.m. EST.
“Well, well, well. Uncle Bill Tarleton,” a smiling Stephen Latent said as he, Jana, Kyle, Pete Buck, Philip Murphy, and Lt. Riggs walked into the NSA command center.
Uncle Bill looked back with his signature blankness, shook his head at Latent, and walked over. He spoke to Jana first, however. She stood, looking at Bill the way a daughter looks at a father.
“It’s this one I’ve been dying to see.”
Jana leaned her head onto Bill’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you too, Uncle Bill.”
He then turned back to Latent. “You’ve been taking care of my girl, I see?”
Latent looked at him shaking his head. “Same old Bill. You got that twenty bucks you owe me from Super Bowl sixteen?”
“Well, Stevie, sin
