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Chapter 26To say that the new Deputy Director of the CIA—interim or not—was up in arms would have been the proverbial understatement. Lypsick’s reporting that he had been unable to keep track of Agent Meshullam and Talya Kartz was more than worrisome. Sylvester Randall was a man of one mind; that of getting what he wanted when he wanted it. Attaining the post of Deputy Director had not been easy, but he did what he had to do to get there, including treading on some toes. These belonged to influential people in political quarters, and his appointment had not been viewed favorably by some of these boys. Stocky as a bulldog, his voice could compare easily to that of a growling animal ready to bite. When he heard that his agent had failed miserably in keeping track of two people, supposedly