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  2. ALSO BY TOM CLANCY
  3. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS
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Rhodes added, “I need you both to keep a very low profile while you’re over there. If word of what you’re doing gets out, it could affect the deal.”

Jack and Paul nodded their agreement.

“Questions?” Rhodes asked.

“What was the third condition for the job?” Jack asked.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot. You would need to leave for Singapore tonight. We’re up against the clock and it’s a twenty-one-hour flight.”

Paul Brown’s eyes got wide as dinner plates. Jack frowned.

Rhodes saw that he hadn’t sealed the deal yet. He turned to Hendley. “Gerry, do you mind if I have a private word with Paul here in your office?”

“No, not at all. I want to grab a cup of coffee, anyway, and catch up with Jack about another matter. Will thirty minutes do?”

“That should be fine.”

“Call me if you need more,” Hendley said. The four men stood. “C’mon, Jack. They’ve got prune Danish in the cafeteria this morning.”

Jack sighed quietly and followed him out the door.

Gerry Hendley was about to serve him a steaming pile of something, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be prune Danish.

11

Hendley poured himself a coffee, but the prune Danishes were already gone, so he grudgingly reached for a blueberry muffin. Jack snagged a granola bar and a bag of Jocko White Tea, his new favorite caffeinated beverage. Hendley led him to a table in the far corner, away from the other patrons. Free breakfast and lunch was one of the perks of working at Hendley Associates. So were eighty-hour weeks. It was a competitive industry and there was always a market open somewhere around the globe. Eating in meant less time away from the building. Adding a cafeteria had been a costly but necessary expense for the firm.

“Ding and John gave me a detailed brief of the rescue mission yesterday,” Hendley said. “You and the team did excellent work. I never got the chance to tell you that in person.”

“John told us to take some time off. I was sound asleep when you called this morning.”

Hendley flashed a conspiratorial grin. “Late night, eh?”

“Started a new Churchill biography I just bought, and binge-watched the whole first season of Stranger Things.”

“Such a misspent youth,” Hendley joked. “But seriously, you doing okay? That was a hairy op you all pulled off.”

“Yeah, fine. Still processing a few things. Looking forward to the next one.”

“That rescue mission was kind of a fluke. I feel badly about it, to tell you the truth. Things could’ve gone sideways.”

“It was lucky we were training for exactly that kind of mission. It paid off.”