Spies Everywhere

I see the fat man’s agents everywhere, ringing their bells and exchanging countersigns. I’ve tried bribing a few, but we can only hope that they don’t track us to our base. 13 days until our deadline, and still no word on the ransom demands.

I’m beginning to think that this whole caper was a mistake. I’d let the hostage go now, but the rookie’s become fond of it.

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