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| Golan Heights |
As he worked, issuing the orders and listening to information coming from staff, he wondered yet again why he hadn’t become a doctor, or a lawyer. If I had, I wouldn’t be spending my time right now counting down how long it’ll be before the damned Syrians decide to come across that border.
Within moments, the two aircraft were up in the air, the lights of Athens sparkling below. A beautiful sight, he thought, holding her hand.
Claire shook her head in annoyance, though her expression indicated that she knew it was a losing battle to get him to leave the tie on.
He might be an idiot, but at least he recognizes trouble when he sees it.
And beneath the city, in the darkness, the bomb waited to detonate.
“I wasn’t aware you two were exhibitionists,” she called out. “Or are we supposed to be voyeurs?”
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| The Acropolis, Athens |
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