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Designated targetsHis mouth felt like it was full of dry leaves and dust. He wanted to know a lot more about these "security people" of Kolhammer's who'd caught the FBI director with his pants down. They didn't sound like your run-of-the-mill night watchmen. Still, if there were problems here, there was also opportunity. An especially strong gust of wind threw a heavy twig into the window behind him. He expected to hear thunder start up in the next few minutes. The admiral remained sitting at ease in front of him, giving nothing away. "I imagine you'll want to know what I'm going to do about this?" said Roosevelt. "It's really none of my business, except where it impinges upon the security of the Special Administrative Zone, Mr. President." "No," Roosevelt agreed. "It's not." He said nothing else, expecting to draw Kolhammer out with his silence. But the admiral remained po-faced. "Well, I'm not going to sack him today, if that's what you were hoping. But then as I understand it, in your day, what a man does in the privacy of his own home is his own business ...» |
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