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I change into a vest and a check shirt--a mix of dark and pale blue. I button it up and roll the sleeves halfway up my forearms. I pull on the gun belt and attach the holster. I load the Beretta I took from one of the dead kill squad and slide it in the holster. I test the draw a couple of times and adjust it. I don't have the luxury of a jacket, so a hip holster will have to do. I pull the shirt tails over the butt of the weapon and grab my holdall off the bed. The rest of my clothes lie in piles on the bed sheet. The holdall weighs heavy in my hand.
I check my watch. Eleven-twenty. I need to make this quick. Chances are he'll be here soon, if he's not here already. I lock up the room and stride to my left, towards the far end of the street. I head down a narrow side street between t
