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July 26, 2019
"You have one mission, and one mission only." I nod at the lead director's instruction.
"You will assume the alias, REDACTED. Remember this is strictly a reconnaissance mission. Do you understand Dov?" the director spoke sternly.
"Yes ma'am." I say.
"Okay. Briefing over. Your flight for Salt Lake City leaves in 30. Final destination is the small town of Shadyside Utah."
"Affirmative commander." I salute and turn to leave the briefing room.
"One more thing, stay on task Dov." The director spoke, giving me that slight smirk that meant she really cares.
"Of course." I nod, leaving the briefing room. I'm not going to fuck this one up. I got this. I'm ready.
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Asher Angel is a top level spy who is sent to Shadyside to do some intel gathering.
Distractions are guaranteed.
Started: October 1st, 2019
Finished: -
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