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Deke could almost smell the exhaustion coming out of his pores. 'Who gives the order?' Underhill's voice crackled in Kurtz's private comlink. 949-7784, the number to which he had charged the call to Duddits all those years ago. I said: forget it, Larry.

Get a gun, then. bacon He pushed the thought aside, although Jonesy's stomach gurgled. There was nothing sad about the thought, though; summer had been good, and fall would be good, too. 'Sounds like she nipped out the seat of her pants with that one.