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Yellow stood waiting at the arranged spot. His bag was slung over his shoulder and he could feel the comforting weight of the pistol resting against him through the inside pocket of his jacket.
 
Papineau was beginning to feel worried. He looked at his team, seing everyone ready in case of problem. He checked his weapon and looked to see where his contact were.
 
Shame this is dead.