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Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Sir, that's not a question with an easy answer. Are they stupid? No, they are not. But do they see things in the same way that we do? No, they do not. That's the fundamental problem dealing with them-

Around the coffee table, there were the usual half-humorous snorts that accompany an observation that is neither especially funny nor readily escapable.

There was amusement around the coffee table at that one.

Yes, sir. She fished in her pocket and pulled out a fliptop box of Virginia Slims. Ryan took one out, along with the pink butane lighter stashed inside. He lit the smoke and took a long hit. Thanks, Ellen.

Yeah, Klingons, Ryan observed tersely. Aliens from outer space. Jesus, Scott, how do we predict what they're going to do?

Pity, Adler said. I've discussed the take from SORGE with some of my I and R people-always as my own theoretical musings

And that's the problem, Adler reminded them all. They think we're the uncivilized ones.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Not fair, Robby, Ryan told his VP.

Around the coffee table, there were the usual half-humorous snorts that accompany an observation that is neither especially funny nor readily escapable.

Yeah, Klingons, Ryan observed tersely. Aliens from outer space. Jesus, Scott, how do we predict what they're going to do?

Yeah, Rob? Ryan responded, turning. - That's disgusting.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Yeah, Rob? Ryan responded, turning. - That's disgusting.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Pity, Adler said. I've discussed the take from SORGE with some of my I and R people-always as my own theoretical musings

And they think it's decent speculation, but not something to bet the ranch on.

Yes, sir. She fished in her pocket and pulled out a fliptop box of Virginia Slims. Ryan took one out, along with the pink butane lighter stashed inside. He lit the smoke and took a long hit. Thanks, Ellen.

So, what else is going to go wrong over there? Ryan asked.

Yeah, Rob? Ryan responded, turning. - That's disgusting.

The door opened seven seconds later. Yes, Mr. President?

I see trouble, Jackson said, before anyone else could. Ryan figured it was his background as a fighter pilot to be first in things. They're just out of touch with the rest of the world. The only way to get them back in touch will involve some pain. Not to their people, especially, but sure as hell to the guys who make the decisions.

He still had more work of his own to do in China.

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