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There were a lot of questions.
“How the fuck did you do it, man?!”
Can’t tell you that. Sorry.
“What’s the job?”
Can’t tell you that, either. Top secret.
They tried to get me smashed so I’d start spilling secrets, but I never let anything slip.
“What about that hot chick in London? You gonna put a ring on that?”
I grinned. I’m thinking about it.
“Seriously – how the fuck did you get out early?”
Can’t tell you.
“You’re bug-fuck crazy, right? That’s what it is – you like smearing yourself in peanut butter and dancing around in women’s underwear under a full moon – right?”
I laughed. Fuck YOU.
“Take us with you, bro!”
Can’t do it.
The one thing I did do was ask one of my buddies to borrow his phone for a minute.
I figured MI6 might be monitoring mine, but I doubted they were keeping dibs on everybody in my squad.
Once I had his phone, I opened the Google app and searched for ‘Alistair Webb.’
Nothing came up.
At least nothing that mentioned MI6 – and there were no pictures that looked remotely like the man I’d met.
Hmm…
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After waking up with a hangover from hell the next morning, I dealt with a few loose ends. I sold my motorcycle to another guy in the unit for $200 and gave away anything I couldn’t fit into two duffel bags.
Then I boarded a bus to the civilian airport at Linköping and got on a plane to Amsterdam.
This time, though, I didn’t immediately catch another plane to London.
Instead, I went to visit Gunnar.
As promised, he’d moved to Amsterdam after he got out of the service. I figured I’d hang out with him for a day or two before going to London.
He’d been super enthusiastic when I’d called him – “Sure, my brother, come stay with me as long as you want!”
But as soon as I saw him at the airport, I did a doubletake.
Holy SHIT had he gone downhill.
In the months since I’d seen him, he must have gained 40 pounds of belly fat.
