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"I just wondered," she said, "since you haven't bothered to join in our
discussion."

Ainsworth opened one eye. "I'll print whatever you tell me to, as usual,
Claire. Just don't expect me to come up with all the lies on my own."

Claire gritted her teeth. Ainsworth was a drunk and an insubordinate son
of a bitch, but he could write news stories that could make a cynic cry.
As such, he was much too valuable to her to let him get under her skin.

"Well, try to pay attention, Cliff. We have some ideas for you to pursue
in tomorrow's editorials and news stories."

He nodded, then winced as the pain shot through his temples like a hot
ice pick.

"I heard. You want me to do a hatchet job on the United Nations .. .
blame everything from the plague to high taxes on their incompetence."

"That about sums it up," Claire said.

21 Three

Mike Post had his driver slow the HumVee he was riding in as it pulled
alongside Ben Raines, who was jogging slowly down the street with Jodie,
his malamute dog, by his side.

"Hey, Ben," Mike called out of the passenger-side window. "You want to
pull over? I've got some new intel I need to discuss with you."

Ben grinned and shook his head. "Naw, but I'll slow down until you can
climb out and join me."

Mike sighed. Ben's penchant for pushing himself ever harder since his
fortieth birthday was well known. Ben was determined to fight old age
every step of the way. Word had it he was succeeding remarkably well,
being able to outperform most of his troops who were less than half his age.

Mike nodded at his briefcase on the seat next to him. "Please see that
my case gets back to my office, and notify the medical corps if I'm not
back in half an hour. They may need to send an ambulance," he said to
the driver.

"You want some advice?" the young man drawled in the thick accent of a
Texan.

"Sure," Mike said as he pulled the door open.

"Don't try to keep up with the general," the sergeant said, grinning
lopsidedly. "Just go at your own pace and look like you're in pain.