Chapter 5

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5 Elayne Kasprak enjoyed the First-Class American Airlines direct flight to JFK. International customs never caused her problems, except the Swedes, who appeared to be impervious to all of her usual I’m-so-cute-and-innocent tactics for easing through borders. She could almost like them for that. Delta Business to Nashville was also surprisingly pleasant. Zaslon, unlike US Special Operations, pampered its operators whenever it could. Their near unlimited budget wasn’t restricted to just weapons and training, but also offered comfortable travel and fine hotels—when it wasn’t out of character. The SUV that she rented as Valery Tomaka in Nashville for the hour drive to Fort Campbell was a little flashy for her role, but she trusted American drivers even less than Russian ones and preferred

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