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Now, he thought, a satanic grin on his lips, I'll show you an Immelmann. He threw the aircraft into a half loop and then snapped it over in a half roll, heading on a direct course toward the helicopter. "Write your will, sucker!" he shouted, his voice drowned out by the rush of wind and the roar of the engine's exhaust. "Here comes the Red Baron."
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Narwhal with a soft whine of the impellers. All of their lights were focused on the seafloor.
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Laboratory, then waved Hagen
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and a hooked nose. His skin was the color of weak tea.
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Go like hell and go to the grave satisfied." He"
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I'm all right," she murmured. Talan"
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Arthur's program of discounting diamonds throughout his vast chain of
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However, he hadn't been this close to an agent from the MSS, China's intelligence organization, since his CIA cover had been blown and he was forced to escape back to the United States. As a wanted fugitive, he'd been sentenced to death in absentia, with his face well known to China's authorities. If Zhong Lin even suspected who he was, he would be whisked out of Vietnam in shackles to Beijing for a swift execution. His current disguise was..
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Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were crawling on his body.
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Rakkaus - - vaanii meita kuin kuolema ja verot.
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Finally, slowly, like a newly lighted oil lamp gathering kerosene up into its wick, Wally's face began to glow. He turned to Mack Fulton. "Mack, you know what's on my mind?"
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through the door and immediately realized their luck was about to run out. Linda mumbled a curse in their ears
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Take away the clothes of the greatest living man, his father once told him, and you behold a very embarrassed, naked and defenseless animal. Pitt
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acquire a new target. It
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She turned his
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O'Connor packed up
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previous afternoon. His heartbeat increased as he measured his opportunities of escape if he was discovered. They flat didn't exist. A swimmer stood little chance of outrunning a pair of personal watercraft with a top speed of thirty miles per hour. Unless they were prepared to come after him underwater, all they had to do was outwait him until he exhausted
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it is now clear to me that behind a facade of amiable bumbling, you are extremely well informed about your fellow spies. In fact, I suspect you know more about them than the ships you're supposed to be spying on.
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lit white tanks of oil refineries and petrochemical plants. "Well," said Giordino without any particular expression in his voice, "is now a good time for a chorus of 'Old Man River'?" "The Mississippi," Pitt muttered. "That's Baton Rouge to the north across the river. The end of the line. Why dig a canal to this particular spot?" "Who knows what weird machinations lurk in the mind of Qin Shang?" Giordino said philosophically. "Maybe he has ..
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girls.
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toward the truck. Sam shoved
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Mohammad, left a lot to be desired.
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Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.
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A young woman sat on the step in front of him, fiddling with the heel of a strappy shoe. She wore a white cocktail dress with a
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drove his new customized Tesla
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stranded Napoleon in Egypt, which
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understanding is that word came down from Mr. Specter that there was no threat and
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storm is still on track to pass right over us, so we'll get the worst of it. Do you think we'll be ready for it?
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Linda Ross Vice president of operations for the Corporation and U.S. Navy veteran.
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If a satellite in space ever mapped the myriad of lone tracks and trails across Mongolia, it would resemble a plate of spaghetti dropped on the floor.
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The guards made a cursory inspection of the boat, and had no desire to stain their starched and neatly pressed uniforms in the engine room after seeing Giordino looking like James Dean after the oil well came in in Giant.
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There are rattlesnakes around here." His partner grinned in the dark. "Juan, that would be the least of our problems." A minute later, the handheld radio on his belt chirped with two static transmissions. "That's him. Let's move." They arose and put on light backpacks. Lights from the mine buildings were sprinkled across the hillside in front of them, casting a pale glow over the barren desert. They hiked a short distance to a chain-link fe..
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A snake can shed its skin but it still remains a snake.
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A man does not run among thorns for no reason; either he is chasing a snake or a snake is chasing him.
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Giordino looked at Pitt like he was crazy, then followed his gaze up the ravine. Overhead was a dark mass of rock buried beneath a thin layer of ice. Surveying the hillside, Giordino suddenly felt his jaw drop. It wasn't a mound of rock at all, he realized with astonishment. Above them, embedded in the ice, the men found themselves staring at the wooden black hull of a nineteenth-century sailing ship. 80 THE EREBUS STOOD LIKE A FORGOTTEN RE..
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horsemen ignored both the right and the left flanks,
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Yes, Istanbul does live up to its nickname as the 'Queen of Cities.' Born to the Greeks, raised by the Romans, and matured under the Ottomans.
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shop
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closing it for her after she was seated.
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and chicken, grits with shrimp and crab, a southern coleslaw
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Depredation?
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