Tag: assassin
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OLD FRIEND

The grey clouds hung low over the surrounding rooftops. Phillips stood next to the gate. His breath formed small puffs of mist. He pressed his hands deeper into his pockets. ‘They sent you.’ Phillips recognised the voice from the other side of the gate. He had last heard it in the bar in Whitehall all…
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ASSASSIN

Donovan got back to his car. He turned on the small red ‘phone. He watched the traffic. Nothing suspicious. The screen blinked. He clicked through the menus to the ‘Music’ folder. Strange. Usually there was just a recorded message from The Office with details of the target. Instead there were music tracks. He scrolled through…