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October 5, 2005

D: Operative Word

The insurgent, the special operative, the undercover agent has become the very essence of modern day warfare; the surgical strike instead of the carpet bombing of yore. I'm here to get Sonny out of this god-forsaken country and I've used the last of my cash on a taxi that's dropped me off in the slums of the city. My Arabic is perfect and without discernable accent, I can kill a man in a hundred different ways and blend my appearance in with the locals and yet here I am, isolated, unable to communicate in French. Damn these cheese-eating surrender monkeys.

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Comments

Hopefully Stacy that makes up for yesterday's puns?

Posted by: D at October 5, 2005 3:30 AM · Permalink

May wee. :)

Posted by: Stacy at October 5, 2005 7:04 AM · Permalink