Richard Salvatore, Mark Springfield, or whatever his name is, sat right in front of me! I would’ve had him killed then if I had known! Ken, how did this get past us?” It was a rhetorical question. Steve Chang was furious and could hardly control himself as he sat in the small room at the JPL. Ken Benner sat patiently across from him with his elbows on the table, watching. He knew what was really driving this rant. Martin Powell, Chang’s number one man, had brought the woman back, the sister of a CIA operative. Ken shook his head. He had never liked Powell, thought him impulsive. He had screwed up, and now they had to clean up his mess. “I worked for years getting information on the Huntsville unit, ” Chang blurted. Unbeknownest to Chang, the Chineese government was taunting the US. It was a ploy to get them to show their hand. Instead, they had planted their own spy.
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