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It proved to be a difficult task, trying to get something that would work as a phone so you could call Samar. The Secret Service had done a really good job, removing almost every device that could conceivably be used as a phone. And you were unable to get anything out of any of the devices that they did let you use. You clicked your tongue in annoyance after your last failed attempt to jury-rig a phone while in your room, and you tossed the broken device out. Damn it, Allenby. You win this round, you muttered to yourself. Since that plan was a bust, you…