The image leapt off of the front page of the "Bostonian" newspaper. It was the picture Janelle had taken of one "nuclear ali" in his bed, asleep, in his home. Trouble was, the date...The date was two months previous,and everyone knew that he was captured and brought to the US not two days before. Islamabad was crying foul and threatening to expel teh US ambassador, Washington was in a hue and cry, wondering which CIA/FBI/ATF/USMC, or someother acronym'd agency, idiot it was. Washington would have to remain in a hue and cry, for something more pressing was ringing?Wait, what?Ringing?Yes, a phone call...Nice segue no?
"Hey girls, its Vulgar. We have two targets, both are expected 48hr ops, and both of you will be playing backup to one Frank J. , you'll know him, and call him, HAL..as in HAL9000. He'll have the information needed".
Ranelle pondered this and said "we've got to get Chris out more...he's coming up w/codenames from teh movies he's been watching I think"..
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