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Alan held her a moment. Eventually he took a deep breath and said, “Let me ask you a tough question. Let’s say you had positively identified the terrorist responsible for Dan’s death. And let’s say you had him square-ly in your gun sights. Would you pull the Naked Kombat?” Aly let the magnitude of this remarkable hypothesis settle on her. Then she shifted slightly in her seat and looked Alan directly in the eye. In a voice firm and resolute, she replied, “Yes.” GREENWICH VILLAGE, N. Y. BRIAN HALL HAD chosen the intimate corner table for two in Café Lyon on purpose. His meeting with Marie Chavez may have been couched in business, but Brian wanted to think that the potential for a relationship had a far better chance of taking root if the atmosphere spoke of romance. Marie hadn’t resisted. If fact, the first words out of her mouth as they were led to Naked Kombat were, “Nice, Brian…very nice. What are you planning?”