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June 29, 2007

Stacy: The Cleaner

Aleksander in Budapest. Leon in Paris. Sergei in Vladivostok.

Someone was systematically wiping out our agents, and I had to find out who. And end them.

I came up short in Beirut, the target had just left. Missed again in Seoul, by three days. After spending four days, and five informants, in the EU, I finally I felt I had solid lead.

I arrived in Miami, collected my case and procured a hotel room. It was then I discovered that the case, not mine obviously, contained a disassembled oboe. And that, sir, is why I utilized a 1954 Plymouth instead.

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