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Two more soldierboys rolled up behind her, along with a couple of dozen people
from other floors, and I heard Hermes Garden Party Tote faint sound of a cargo helicopter
approaching; then a small flyboy. They both landed on Hermes Garden Party Tote roof and went silent.

"Is that your general?" Pagel said.

"I wouldn't know, sir." After a minute a bunch of shoes came in, ten and then
another dozen. They were wearing camouflage coveralls with head nets, no
insignia or unit markings. That could make you nervous. They stacked their own
weapons Hermes Cattle Neck Stripe Hermes Garden Party Tote hall outside, and gathered armloads from Hermes Garden Party Tote floor.

One of them stepped out of his coveralls and tossed away Hermes Garden Party Tote head covering. He
was bald except for a few strands of white hair. He looked kindly Hermes Cattle Neck Stripe spite of
his major general's uniform.

He stepped up to General Pagel and they exchanged salutes. "I want to speak to
Dr. Marty Larrin."

"General Blaisdell, I presume," Marty said.

He walked over to him and smiled. "We have to speak, of course."