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“Moving satellites, the term for testing and tracking the source, or sources, of originating signals, was rarely done. However, there didn’t seem to be a choice in this case. They could not figure out with whom Gaines was talking, and even more problematic was his method of communication. Jaeger jumped rope while waiting for the results. He knew the NSA had some exposure during the maneuvers, namely the loss of surveillance, but it would just be a few minutes of darkness. Then they’d have an answer. In a solar-powered bunker located on the same Taos property where he’d met Gale, Booker sucked down a yerba mate power smoothie filled with one of his special blend of herbs. He needed to stay up all night, and this would do it. Two aides assisted him in handling the fast-breaking situations.”
― Brandt Legg, Cosega Shift

“The pair left Jenny’s room and went into the kitchen where they found Patrick, who was standing by the breakfast bar and staring out of the window. “Anything?” Sam asked. “Has this been happening the whole time you’ve lived in this flat?” Patrick replied. Jenny shook her head. “No, only in the last year or so. It has become progressively worse, though, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.”
― Emma Clapperton, The Dead Whisper

“Max had no idea, but figured it had to be easier than getting around the gait monitor. “Let me worry about that. Just answer the question. Can you do it?” “Can I get you boys some more nachos? Or maybe some sliders?” Their waitress spoke with a Southern accent that Max would have found charming under other conditions. He brushed her away without looking up. Wang spent another second savoring Max’s suffering while he pretended to ponder. The obvious ploy made Max want to slap him. “Technically, it’s well within our capabilities.”
― Tim Tigner, The Lies of Spies

“Frank’s gone!” Trevor shouted. “He ran. When are you going to get that through your head?!”
― Mark Lukens, Ancient Enemy