Cold War, Colder Blood

Cold War, Colder Blood A Tale from the Agent's Lounge During the Cold War some of the prospective agents had been engaged in very aggressive activities; especially the undercover cops and Special Forces types. A few, like our Chief of Staff Silver,...

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Fear

Fear The prisoner came too to find himself naked and chained to a sturdy wooden chair which was bolted to the floor. The room he was in was small, about twelve by twelve he guessed. The floor was cement. The walls were black. A single bright light...

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The End is Where We Start From

The End is Where We Start From A tale from the Agent's lounge As I was saying the last time we talked, hardly anyone, myself excluded, ever grows up intending to be an espionage agent, intelligence analyst or assassin. My case is the exception...

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Tales From the Agent's Lounge - Prologue

**Tales from the Agent's Lounge** Prologue Call me Gray, and not because it's my name, although it is, but rather because that is what I am: the gray man, the invisible one, the sponge that absorbs fears and desires and secrets and keeps them safe...

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Close Shave

A Close Shave Sheriff Brown heard the rumour that the gunslinger Silver was in town, getting a trim at the local barber, so he decided to mosey on down there for a look see. He entered the barber shop carefully, cautiously, casually,...

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