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Don't Look Down
Night fell over the rooftops. Taipei lit up like a billion Christmas trees – giant advertising billboards and traditional Chinese writing in flashing neons. The traffic stayed busy. The streets filled up with people exploring the city. Lovers. Families. Kids hanging out. For a moment, I was a tad jel. Or envious, as Philippe would say.
“They’ll wait until it’s dark,” Philippe had said about JPAC’s impending arrival.
“How do you know?”
“The night will provide cover and the guards will be less alert,” he said. “It’s what I’d do.”
Around 11 p.m., I was tinkling away in one of the office toilets when Philippe spoke into my ear. “Get up here.”
Typical, I thought.
“I’m in the middle of something,” I said.
“Well get to the end of it.”
“Okay, okay. Keep your underpants
