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“What’s that?” Tyler asked. “NSA,” the driver said. “The National Security Agency.” “They record people’s phone calls.” “Among other things.” “Is this about some call I made?” “No, sir, we were briefed that you’re here to assist with a project.” “What project?” “Clearly something important,” the driver said. “I was supposed to play golf today.”
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