Two spy hangers without a dollar in their pocket in search of a better life. He was a beginner like me, two bright minds neglected. Where are we headed, on our first mission?
We needed to find out if Xz's face had anything to do with the British Secret Service.
The streets, cafes, docks all smelled of danger and we knew it. One-shot in the fog, and it's over, I'm wounded, I've come too close.
My first mission - Fog Shoot.
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