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CHAPTER THIRTEEN-1
CHAPTER THIRTEEN December 13 4:45 a.m. Israel Time (9:45 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on December 12) Tel Aviv, Israel “I don’t know if anyone is going to believe that we’re diplomats,” Swann said. He hovered over Luke, holding a smartphone near his face. Luke could barely focus on it. He glanced up at Swann, with his crazy glasses, his ponytail, and his black RAMONES T-shirt. Was this what diplomats looked like? “Yeah? Why’s that?” “Almost the entire embassy staff has just received evacuation orders. They’re going to Cyprus, beginning in an hour from now.” Luke smiled. He looked around at the rooftop bar at the Hilton Tel Aviv. The place was hopping. It didn’t matter that it was nearly five in the morning, and the first pink light of the sun was beginning to appear. It didn’t matter
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