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The object he found behind the driver seat of the Mercedes—Benz the night before was an aluminum briefcase. Now, as he placed the case beside him on top of the couch, its material glistened as the overhead lamp illuminated it from above. He popped the sealed clasp and opened the briefcase. Inside, set in a foam cutout there was a microchip in the center of the case. He raised his eyes to above the microchip and read the yellow label with black fonts: Top—secret classified.

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