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Prologue
It was a dark night in Paris, lit only by the light of the moon, Surrounded by a thick fog. Up huddled on the roof of a building was a muscular man wearing black slacks, a sweater, and gloves. He carried a suitcase. His watch read precisely 9:58, two minutes until his contact would meet for a rondevous (sp). The man up on the building layed his suitcase on the ground and opened it. Inside were some goggles, and seemingly useless parts to something. He put on the goggles, heat vision goggles, and started assembling the parts into a sniper rifle, when a new man came in, in his early 60's he had a white beard and cold ice blue eyes.
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