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There was, of course, only one thing to do and only one place to go. Malone teleported to the New York offices of the FBI and went immediately downstairs to the garage, where a specially-built Lincoln awaited him at all times.
One of the mechanics looked up curiously as Malone headed for the car. "Want a driver? " he said.