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Cheesy Garlic Balls
In Philippe’s mountain cabin, we’d spent a whole day planning it out.
“Whatever happens in Taipei,” Philippe said, cleaning one of his guns with a cloth, “let it play. I’ll make sure we’re just where we need to be.”
“Okay, but what about when they catch us?” I asked, picking up part of the stripped weapon.
He swiped it off me like I couldn’t be trusted with it. “They won’t kill us immediately. They’ll want to know what we know. Most of all, they’ll want to know why I went rogue. That means taking us to a secure facility. Somewhere with equipment and specialists. Someone high up the chain.”
“There’ll be two parts to the escape,” he said. “The first will be through a staged fight.”
We stood toe-to-toe outside the cabin, hands bound with tape. I hit Philippe hard
