Consent to Kill

"Easy doesn't factor into it for me, Senator. I'm talking about right and wrong." - Rapp

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This was, after all, the country of Napoleon, who had once dominated all of Europe. In less than a century they had gone from one of the world's preeminent powers to a country incapable of putting up a fight.

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"I have no doubt you could find someone who would take the job for a million and a half, and I also have no doubt that Monsieur Rapp would kill that man before he got anywhere near him." - Gould

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Hold on a minute. We haven't done anything wrong." "Well... nothing recently. I mean for Christ's sake, we're on the same team. Aren't we?

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"I hope no one around here got any paper cuts while I was out getting shot and stabbed." - Rapp

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He was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a black Mountain Hard-wear fleece jacket. He had a large black rubber dive watch on his right wrist, his hair was dark and shaggy, and although he was a good seventy-five pounds lighter than the FBI agent, McMahon had no doubt the little scrapper could kill him without breaking a sweat. This guy was Special Forces from head to toe.

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Who's your friend?"Coleman shrugged. "It wasn't like I was going to give you his real name.

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Who the hell is he?" asked McMahon. "You and I both.

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"Because I am not a coward. Because I don't have other people do my work for me. I do it face to face. I don't blow up houses and kill innocent bystanders." Claudia looked away and swallowed hard.

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