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Unformatted text preview: on the train. He had failed her, hadn't he? Failed her and himself. And now he realized-as this smooth car went up on the freeway, and gained speed-he had no weapon, no ice pick, no knife. Even the Swiss Army knife he carried he had left at home because he was taking a plane. They don't want such things on a plane. "You'll feel better once you've communicated with the Elders, once you've reported in and been officially invited to return home." Yuri looked at Stolov, who sat there all in priestly black, with only a bit of white collar showing, and his large pale hands opening and closing as they rested on his knees. Yuri smiled very deliberately. "You're right," he said. "A fax sent to a number in Amsterdam. It is so well calculated to inspire trust." "Yuri, please, we need you," said the man with visible and heartfelt distress. "I'm sure you do. How far are we from Aaron?" "Only a few minutes. Everything here is small. Only a few minutes, and we wi...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10