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could make out the very top of the Marine Corps Memorial and beyond that the
Capitol dome.
He didn't turn when there was a knock on the door to his room. "Come in," he
called out.
The door opened and Lisa Duncan walked in. With a deep sigh she dropped down
into one of the hard chairs the military had furnished the room with. Turcotte
half turned toward her and smiled. "Long day on the Hill?"
Duncan barely topped five feet in height and Turcotte very much doubted her
weight made three digits. She had dark hair cut short and a slender face that
was now drawn with exhaustion.
"I hate telling the same story five times," Duncan said, "and answering stupid
questions."
"The American public is not happy it was deceived by its own government for
decades," Turcotte said, assuming a southern drawl. "At least that's what the
senator who questioned me this morning said. Add in some kidnappings made to
look like abductions, cattle mutilations, disinformation campaignsтАФ"
"Let's not forget the crop circles," Duncan added. "There's a congressman from
Nebraska who is trying to get legislation through to get all those farmers
reimbursed for the circles Majestic burned in their field."
"Jesus," Turcotte said. He took off his Class A green uniform jacket and threw
it on the bed. He paused by the small brown refrigerator. "Want a beer?"
"All right."
Turcotte grabbed two cans and popped the top on one, handing it to her.
"They've got the

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mothership, the bouncer, the guardian on Easter Island. What more do they want?"
Duncan took a sip. "A scapegoat."
"They've got General Gullick dead. They've got the surviving members of
Majestic being held in the federal pen," Turcotte said. He opened his can and
took a long, deep drag. "The list of charges against those guys is thicker than
the phone book."
"Yeah, but people can't believe it didn't go higher than that."
"It did go higher than that," Turcotte said. "But that was fifty years ago.
Seems like there's more important stuff going on right now."
"Speaking of what's going on," Duncan said, "I just found out that the
guardian's ceased contact with Nabinger."
That was the first interesting thing Turcotte had heard in the past two days,
since arriving in Washington from Easter Island. "Any idea why?"
"Nobody knows."
Turcotte rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble there. It felt strange to be in
uniform after working classified assignments for so long. His jump boots, spit-
shined this morning for his congressional testimony, now wore a layer of dust.
His battered green beret was tucked into the back of his belt. He pulled it out
and threw it next to his jacket as he sat down across from Duncan, next to the
window.
A cannon barked a sharp report, followed by the faint strains of "Taps" as the
post flag was lowered. Turcotte had heard that sound on many different posts
around the world during his time in the army, but it never failed to touch him
and