The Englishman, who'd once used the working name of Alex White had turned in surprise, took a moment to register the man in front of him and then smiled that open and warm smile of his. “Nakata–San, my friend…”
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Their cabal had been formed out of bitterness and opportunity. It was a mutual arrangement, borne out of the days of their secret war. What had started as a friendly meeting in a tea house between two old comrades had, over the months and with caution, developed into something more. No one had mentioned the word 'traitor' even though they both knew that treachery against their respective countries was what they were taking part in to further their own n***d ambitions. In some ventures, there is almost a psychic link that connects co-conspirators and for the Englishman and th
