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“Don’t worry about it.” Trash giggled to himself and then
added, “You’ll thank me later.” Steve then was sure he heard
giggling coming from Linda’s purse. Linda smiled broadly, put
her hand on his shoulder and said, “It’s okay, really. Hang in

there friend.” Her warm smile comforted him, so he stopped
thinking about it and just drove.

Nanosh was sauntering through the Dulles airport. A man with
a sign was waiting for her. He put her things in a limousine and
began driving her north.

“Our intelligence tells us that the Americans are seeking three
individuals traveling in a gold Lexus. They spent the night in a

motel on Cape Cod and are presumed to be traveling south.
We do not know why the Americans are trying to locate them,
but we know by the amount of panic it has caused in some
circles that it is incredibly important. Headquarters says we
must get to them first and debrief them.”

“What do we know about them?” Nanosh asks coldly. The

driver hands her a folder. She opens it and reads as he tells
her what he knows.

"The leader, Stephen Heinz, is an overnight disc jockey at a
backwoods radio station. It was his friend that came to him,
bringing him something. The other man is some strange dude
who seems to get paid by a large company for not working at
all. They have basically banned him from the building. At first,

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