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He counts down from five in his mind before pressing a specific key combination on his phone and sending it into his server.
Almost immediately the phone notifies him sent, sounds of gunfire suddenly come over the comms device, followed closely behind by someone's scream. Minutes later, the voice of the team leader comes on again. “The mission’s a success, sir,” he says, his tone very happy. “We got her.”
“Thank you.” Joseph sighs in obvious relief as the feeling of triumph he has only been able to dream of for the past sixteen years washes over him. “I’ll take it from here.”
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