13: The Gib
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BRYCE HAD AN HOUR AND A HALF to spare between flights at Changi International. With fifteen years crisscrossing the globe on assignments under his belt, he had been at this international hub more times than he cared to remember.
Since he left Australia with just the clothes on his back, Bryce went straight to Billabong, a*****e that carried his sort of fashion. He picked up one fleece jacket, three pairs of Rexford pants, two pairs of cargo shorts, and a dozen pair of socks. He thought about underpants for the first time in his life but decided against it since Belle hadn’t complained anyway.
Next stop, Giordano. This was an essential kit for Bryce. As a covert operator, he didn’t like to wear anything with a label or insignia on it. How easy would it be f
