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Mossad HQ, Secure Storage Facility
“Are you ready, my dear?” Moshe said to Talia as she stared at the footlocker.
She nodded.
The footlocker was closed tight by two folding clasps and a hinged lock. All three showed significant rust. Stone flipped open the folding clasps then said, “I’m going to have to pry this lock off.” Talia nodded again, and Stone inserted the pry bar onto the locking mechanism and popped it open. He then slowly opened the lid. The aged metal hinges creaked in high pitched protest.
The smell of must and degraded lacquer wafted out. The footlocker was filled with various items, all tucked perfectly into place. The top was a removable drawer, subdivided into sections. On it were undershirts rolled into tubular form, all neatly snugged together. Two belt buckles
