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Chapter Three: The Eagle Flirts

By the time he returned to Philadelphia, Luke hurried from his apartment to the awaited game. After parking far away, he sped on his feet toward the stadium.  ''Tickets, only a few left!'' several shouted at a local table.  Luke approached their persons. ''How much?'' he asked them.  ''Half a grand,'' one of the individuals responded.  ''Alright,'' Luke agreed, before he paid the required amount.  Beating the crowd was no easy task. After getting his tickets, the agent stood both behind and in front of many, pushing their way to the front gate.  Lincoln Financial Field was packed not just with its citizens, but also with new tourists arriving for the awaited game. Many were already cheering to the loud drumline and marching band dominating the little green field inside the great colosseum.  During these moments, Luke found a comfortable seat on the lower end of the stadium. He positioned himself in front of one of the chai...
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Chapter Two: Two Men of Different Generations

                                                                       ----2020s---- On an early, sunny morning, the shadow of one American agent rested mysteriously in front of the sunlight. He had the courage of his father, though also the mind of another agent long before him. He was headed to one great building when an older secretary by the front door spoke his name: ''Luke Lancaster, the president, has been waiting to speak to you,'' she urged.  The agent watched as the door closed behind him. He then straightened his jacket and combed his hair in front of one of the mirrors in the inside of the building. Down the hall, two passing young women, fully attractive to his sight, smiled while bypassing him at the doorway.   The CIA was crowded with various staff members reporting to each other ...
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Chapter One: Two Spies Amid the Reds

                                                      ---The Jungles of the Amazon, 1974--- The Morning dew couldn't calm the loud sounds of machinery entering one of the world's widest greenwoods. Trees and plants were either cut from the earth or stood, shaking as a terrible force of military power rushed beside them. A heavy tank rolled over broken logs before a lit rocket was recklessly fired off into the bright sky, casting a sign that the doors of this greenwood had been unlocked by the will of the presiding commander.  Suddenly, a dozen trucks were flying through the jungle greenwood of the Amazon forest. Men with dark aviators, carrying heavy weapons, and expressing arrogance with their pressing tongues in their mouths, wasted no time hastening through the wild scene of nature as Janguars humbly looked on to see what was happening. But as th...
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