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chapter 29: so, operation doomsday as finally happening
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Robert placed a call to Admiral Whittaker. A secretary answered the phone. “Admiral Whittaker’s office.”

Robert could visualize the office. It would be the kind of anonymous cubbyhole they kept for non-persons the government no longer had any use for.

“Could I speak to the Admiral, please? Commander Robert Bellamy calling.”

“Just a moment, Commander.”

Robert wondered whether anybody bothered to keep in touch with the Admiral now that the once powerful figure was part of the mothball fleet.

Probably not.

“Robert, it’s very good to hear from you.” The old man’s voice sounded tired. “Where are you?”

“I can’t say, sir.”

There was a pause. “I understand. Is there something I can do for you?”

“Yes, sir. This is rather awkward because I’ve been ordered not to communicate with anyone. But I need some outside help. Iwonder if you could check on something for me?”

“I can certainly try. What would you like to know?”

“I need to know whether there’s a ranch anywhere in Texas called The Ponderosa.”
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