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"Intelligence" Gathering
Natasha literally cannot believe this worked.
They sure don't make henchmen assassins the way they used to.
The door is simple, nondescript. Standard hinge placement says it's American. The other side is equally ordinary, while being just bare enough to scream 'safe house' to any seasoned agent. It's a perfectly acceptable but sparsely decorated sitting room. Throw rug placed just randomly enough to likely be covering a cache of sorts, or a hidden room.
"Want anything to drink?"
They sure don't make henchmen assassins the way they used to.
The door is simple, nondescript. Standard hinge placement says it's American. The other side is equally ordinary, while being just bare enough to scream 'safe house' to any seasoned agent. It's a perfectly acceptable but sparsely decorated sitting room. Throw rug placed just randomly enough to likely be covering a cache of sorts, or a hidden room.
"Want anything to drink?"
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"Well, I try, but you like to do that 'stoic Russian' thing. We've... got some kinda history, though. When I was starting out, she played me like a fiddle more'n once. Yay Cold War, huh?" Doesn't he seem a little young for that? "If it's a choice, I think I'd rather be Coffee Zombie. Heh, the zombie sign's fun."
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"It can change as often as you'd like. I only picked this up for silent communication. That was before cell phones though."
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"Fair enough. Heh, coffee zombie--I think I've got next Halloween nailed down."