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Chicken Noodles
We lay belly-down on the roof of an empty office building, watching the busy street below and the five-star business hotel opposite. The text from JPAC had simply said Red Flag. 3rd Man. Then a date and coordinates for the hotel. JPAC were really being careful with their information, though Philippe said it was sometimes as much as you got. The ‘Third Man’ in this case was supposed to be Clarence. According to Philippe, he was playing back-up sniper if anything went wrong on the mission across the road. But seeing as Clarence was worm food by now, here we were instead, waiting for something to happen. Aside from the hum and honk of the city and the to and fro of jet engines above, it was all quiet on the Eastern front. The air was sauna-hot, the humidity making my face
