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a four hour period. To this day we still had no exact
knowledge of who, or how, it was done. But we were still
looking and would do so forever.
Brushing back his wild crop of hair, Richard licked dry lips.
тАЬSo where is it?тАЭ he asked excitedly.
тАЬManhattan, New York,тАЭ I announced. тАЬThirty-third Street
and Third Avenue. The Gunderson Building. We're to get
there ASAP, pronto and fast.тАЭ
тАЬWhy?тАЭ Donaher asked, getting to the heart of the matter.
Already behind the wheel, George was starting the engines
and doing a systems check. This was a time I didn't mind
having Mr. Speed-Limits-Are-Only-a-Suggestion-and-Not-
The-Law doing the driving.
тАЬDon't know,тАЭ I said truthfully, buckling in tight. тАЬThey'll
tell us when we get there.тАЭ
Without further discussion, the group started strapping on
seat belts and George backed out of our parking space at 90
mph.
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 Judgement Night: Bureau 13 Book 1
by Nick Pollotta


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We were an hour outside Pineville on Route 95 south when
flashing lights and sirens sounded from behind us. George
paid them no attention and maintained speed. As the police
car pulled alongside, I gave the officers a fast scan with my
Kirlian sunglasses.
тАЬHuman,тАЭ I announced.
From inside the other car, an angry police officer motioned
us to pull over. Jessica started twisting dials on the radio until
she found their frequency. Should have seen their faces when
we broke into their conversation with the local police station.
We identified ourselves as FBI agents on a priority mission,
with absolutely no time to spare. Through the window, I
showed them a fistful of federal ID badges. The station was
loath to accept this, but the patrol bought the story, slowed
and let us pass.
A Bureau 13 deluxe model, the radio was equipped to work
on nigh every frequency in the spectrum. Including a couple
of military channels. But none of the top secret frequencies,
of course. That would be illegal. Only the NSA was chartered
for such activity. In fact, my team could chant in unison: тАЬNo,
sir, we did not have access to any top secret military
channels. Uh-uh.тАЭ
A few hours later, George spotted some hitchhikers
standing on the berm, looking forlorn and waggling thumbs.
Both of the women were amazingly beautiful, with ample
young breasts almost bursting out of those skimpy halter