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I waited for Dean to tell us what to do. This mission had to be executed perfectly, and as the victim was a famous spy, it would be difficult. But we were also spies. And we were damn good.
Dean approached us, a stern yet coy look on his face.
"I'm sure this will go perfectly. But if someone'" he not so discreetly glared at me. "Decides to act not according to plan, but according to how they think it should happen, we will most likely all die."
The officer is blue heard a noise in the bushes. He turned, and before he could think he was knocked to the ground. Agent Snow had knocked him out, and now it was her job to retrieve the diamond. She made her way along the wall.
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