cybercrew was interrupted as the door behind them opened a second time. This time, it was a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man who strode purposefully into the room. His face was pale and his forehead glistened with sweat.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he told Tokaido.
“Carl?” Delahunt called out, startled to see the Able Team leader up and on his feet. “What are you doing here?”
Carl Lyons snapped a salute and flashed a menacing grin. “Reporting for duty, what else?”
“You’ve got the flu, for God’s sake,” Delahunt protested. “Look at you, you’re sweating like you just came out of a steam bath.”
“Flu schmoo,” Lyons snarled. “I just got done talking with Barbara. We’ve got work to do, so quit gawking and track me down a jet so I can get my ass to Spain, pronto.”
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