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This kid is olive-skinned. He could almost be Latin.
He looks like Fernando looked the first time I saw him. We were about as old then as this kid.
Holy Christ!
Calm down!
How could Richardson's kid possibly be mine?
Castillo suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He had goose bumps.
Dumb fucking question!
"Well, he's a nice kid. I wish he was mine. But he's not, obviously," Castillo said, and put the photographs back in the envelope. "Thanks, Jamie."
"Happy to do it, Colonel," Jamie Neidermeyer said, and walked back to his seat.
Castillo picked up his laptop from the seat, sat down, tucked the envelope of photographs under the laptop, and then opened the computer.
He clicked on a file titled CHKLIST.
A screen full of gibberish appeared.
Why did I bother to encrypt this? No one could make sense out of it if it was on a billboard.
He held down the CTRL key, typed "DEC," and the file decrypted.
The gibberish was replaced by a screen more or less in English. (1)
RRAC???
AV???????
WHEN????
WHERE???
ETA U??
OR???
(2)
OO??
C5'S???
C-141S??
HOW MANY??
WHERE LAND??
(3)
PEVSNER??
WHERE??
