"What is this?" Vaughan asked.
"A ball bearing," Karamessines stated without mirth.
"And why do I care?" Vaughan queried, handing the ball bearing to me. It was heavier than I thought it would be.
Helms looked at us seriously. "You'd be amazed how much national security rides on ball bearings."
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Sunday Six: Ball Bearings
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