by Mark Lemke
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I put the phone down and turned to the Old Man.?
"Jansen's men were right where we thought they'd be.? They've all been neutralized.? He's going to pick up on that when they don't answer his comm check.? Things are going to start to get serious around here.? We aren't out of the woods yet.? I have to believe that Jansen isn't counting on those guys.? Even our report pointed out the risks of coming in that way.? They could do it, but it wouldn't be clean and they wouldn't be unobserved."
The Old Man nodded his head, saying, "I agree.? We can be sure his primary plan still has some teeth in it.? We've got to talk with Hector.? Where the hell is he?"
"If Marti got to him, he should be along pretty soon.?Let's just hope he's on our side when he gets here.? As for Jansen, he's doing pretty much what we'd expected," I said.? "This means we've been right so far, and, I assume, he still doesn't know we're here."?
The Old Man looked at me.? "Let's hope so."