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     250 slid the dossier back onto Boss' desk. "A stakeout? Seriously, what is this, Starsky and Hutch?" "Can you imagine me in one of those tacky sweaters?" 300 shuddered, his face twisting into a grimace. "Enough," snapped Boss, "Hassan is bringing in a squad of mercenaries from Kazakhstan. We think he's making a move against Gyldensted soon and we need to keep track of their movements. Traditional surveillance isn't going to be effective here." She paced around to the the front of her desk and leaned against it, arms crossed.  "Hassan has stayed under our radar for so long that he's had time to build up his defences unnoticed. His build

Every word Agent 300 uttered and each move he made was deliberate, meant to elicit a specific response. He was trained to know how to read people and respond accordingly. He custom tailored his persona to each situation. Whether it was lust or fear or a guilty confession, he knew how to get what he wanted. Usually it just took a charming smile,or a softly rendered threat, a quirked eyebrow with an accusing smirk. It was a bit of a game to him, to suss out someone’s weaknesses and use them to his advantage, and he was very good at the game. Until he met Agent 250. His new partner radiated anger and disappointment, no doubt from his s