The man removed his gaudy pinky ring. No distinguishing features: a hard and fast rule in this business. He then entered the conference room quietly and without fanfare.
It didn’t hurt he was dressed in a green jumpsuit with appropriate credentials. Not that the suits around the long mahogany table would’ve noticed. They were busy with important issues.
Just ask them.
The agent moved briskly, emptying and replacing trash cans.
With the explosives set, he exited as quietly as he entered, a smile on his face. No matter the situation, people are all the same.
People always ignore the help.
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