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“Not sure what.” He shrugged his shoulders, the simple observation a completely honest assessment.
The man’s bark of laughter reminded him of a hacksaw against steel, and Mike took another long drag.
“Find out, then...there might be a way to exploit it.”
Mike's handler is looking at a black and white print of Sergei and the Doctrine general at a meeting. He can tell there's something going on.
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