|From:||Freckle H. Chaise|
|Subject:||[Gcl-commits] Sample Pack|
|Date:||Mon, 02 Oct 2006 09:21:54 -0500|
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A long cloak would conceal the uniform while I left the hotel, but the gold-encrusted helmet and a brief case of papers were a problem. One of them tried to run and throw himself through the open rear door but he was a little too late. I didnt dare turn and look but I could feel it. He raised his eyebrows, but didnt ask any questions. They had no curiosity as to why they were taking the labels off the filled cans of azote fruits, or what was at the other end of the moving belt that brought the cans through the wall. The Count dropped as if he had been shot. I couldnt hear the answer because she had the speaker off and listened through the earpiece. There was a certain amount of excitement here but it was lost in the normal bustle of commerce.
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