His nightmare forgotten, Harry Vinson drove swiftly towards his day's work -- knowing it would be the greatest day's work of his life. The telephone in his car rang thrice before its urgent buzzing broke into his consciousness. He lifted the phone and spoke, giving his name and number.
"Vinson! This is Hegeman. Jason Charless reports that some agency is stealing our supply of guided missiles."
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