“Are you a professional soldier?” I asked. “I was for a while,” Jack said. Aha. “And I assume you’re fast and deadly?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows. “Sure.” I glanced at Gaston. “Are you also a professional soldier? He grinned. “I’m more of a gentleman of adventure.” George laughed under his breath. “I save these two from themselves,” Gaston continued. “Occasionally I do a bit of skulduggery.” What? “Skulduggery?” “Scale a ten-foot wall, jump out of the shadows, break a diplomat’s neck, plant false documents on his body, and prevent an international incident type of thing to keep the war from
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and thwap goes the rolled up newspaper. ;)
