 INTELLIGENCE
By Seth FriedI take a false tooth from my mouth in a diner, smash it open, and inside is the wrong microfiche. Expecting to find the Social Security number of the man I'm supposed to kill, I find, instead, inexplicably, the operating manual to a T-72 Soviet tank. I attend a ball in Prague under the guise of a diplomat only to slip and fall down the grand, winding staircase and spill out onto the dance floor. While bending back the fingernails of an innocent Korean man in the interrogation room, I accidentally break wind, undermining...
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