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conversations.value: a title for a book about Before, UK's, Deputy with the genre: Politics & Social Sciences, Social Sciences
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Line of Fire'
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Before, UK's, Deputy.
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conversations.value: Line of Fire (2003 TV series): Two rookie FBI agents (Leslie Bibb and Jeffrey Sams) are assigned to the bureau\'s Richmond, Virginia branch, where their story parallels that of a local mob boss, Jonah Malloy (David Paymer).\nWhen a fellow agent is murdered in a shootout with the gangsters, the head of the FBI branch (Leslie Hope) declares an all-out war on the criminal underworld.\nThe following episodes weaved intricately between Bibb and Sams\' federal agency and Paymer\'s gang, though the two storylines rarely met head-on, except when occasionally focusing on an undercover agent (Anson Mount).\nMob boss Jonah Malloy\'s signature line was "That\'s that with that".
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Line of Fire
  Sergeant Hart himself had a non-issue knifelike device adhesive-taped to his upper right leg. This had started life as a dull-edged bayonet for the U.S. Carbine, Caliber.30 Ml, and had been converted to a kind of dagger by putting a sharp edge on both sides of the blade and then blueing the blade so it wouldn't reflect light.
  Sergeant Hart was not only armed with a modified bayonet from a U.S. Carbine, but he carried the Carbine itself, as well. Compared to the.30-06 cartridge used by the Springfield and Garand rifles and the light Browning machine gun, the.30 caliber Carbine cartridge looked puny—more like a long pistol cartridge than a real rifle cartridge.
  During a briefing to the members of the landing team on board the submarine, McCoy did not challenge this notion: "Think of the carbine as a pistol with a stock, not a rifle," Lieutenant McCoy had advised them. "If you make sure of your target before you fire, it will put him down."
  During the briefing, all the members of the landing team showed an intense interest in the Carbine. For everybody was to be armed with one—with the exception of Chief Signalman Wallace and Lieutenant McCoy, who were armed with Australian Sten 9mm submachine guns.
  They were taking very little field equipment with them, just packs stuffed with field rations, clothing, and some first-aid equipment. And they would paddle in, McCoy had informed them, because outboard motors were unreliable and made too much noise.
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conversations.value: Lieutenant Hon Song Do, Signal Corps, USA, had just about finished decryption of the Overnight MAGICs when one of the two telephones in his cubicle rang. Of these, one was a Class A switchboard line, and the other a secure Class X line that connected with only a few telephones in SHSWPOA. Brass hats too important to use the ordinary system had Class X phones—the Supreme Commander, the Chief of Staff, the four Gs (Personnel, Intelligence, Plans & Training, and Supply), and a few of the Special Staff officers, including the Provost Marshal.
  Fifteen minutes later, a.45 automatic jammed in the small of his back, a locked leather briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, Pluto made sure that everything was turned off. And then, feeling like Bulldog Drummond, Master Detective, he rigged a thread between a pin stuck in the brick wall and one of the chairs. If anyone entered the room, he would disturb the thread.
  The little joke fell flat. The sergeant gave a small, just perceptible jerk of his head down the corridor. There was an officer down the way in the gloom.
  Colonel Gregory held out a leather folder to Pluto. It held a badge and a photo identification card. It was something like the ones Banning and Moore carried, identifying them as Special Agents of the Office of Naval Intelligence. The credentials Gregory held out identified him as an Agent of the U.S. Army Counterintelligence Corps.
  When Gregory realized that Hon was not going to answer him, he said, "No offense, Pluto, but you look more like a Japanese spy than I do, don't you think?"
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conversations.value: When Gregory realized that Hon was not going to answer him, he said, "No offense, Pluto, but you look more like a Japanese spy than I do, don't you think?". Army Counterintelligence Corps.S. The credentials Gregory held out identified him as an Agent of the U. It was something like the ones Banning and Moore carried, identifying them as Special Agents of the Office of Naval Intelligence. It held a badge and a photo identification card.
  Colonel Gregory held out a leather folder to Pluto. There was an officer down the way in the gloom. The sergeant gave a small, just perceptible jerk of his head down the corridor.
  The little joke fell flat. If anyone entered the room, he would disturb the thread. And then, feeling like Bulldog Drummond, Master Detective, he rigged a thread between a pin stuck in the brick wall and one of the chairs.45 automatic jammed in the small of his back, a locked leather briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, Pluto made sure that everything was turned off.
  Fifteen minutes later, a. Brass hats too important to use the ordinary system had Class X phones—the Supreme Commander, the Chief of Staff, the four Gs (Personnel, Intelligence, Plans & Training, and Supply), and a few of the Special Staff officers, including the Provost Marshal. Of these, one was a Class A switchboard line, and the other a secure Class X line that connected with only a few telephones in SHSWPOA.Lieutenant Hon Song Do, Signal Corps, USA, had just about finished decryption of the Overnight MAGICs when one of the two telephones in his cubicle rang
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conversations.value: It was not possible to establish radio communication between the two aircraft, but the navigator of the B-17 made a sign with a question mark and an arrow on it and gave it to Lieutenant Killian. He held it in the window so the pilot of the transport could read it.
  Whereupon the pilot of the Marine transport enthusiastically smiled and shook his head up and down in the affirmative.
  He looked at her for a long moment until she could bring herself to meet his eyes, and he saw the answer in them.
  There was no reply and she forced herself to look at him. He had his lower lip under his teeth, and his body was shaking, and tears ran down his cheeks.
  And then the sobbing came, and she went to him and put her arms around him, and he put his arms around her, and it didn't matter that they were ulcerous from his shoulders to his wrists.