I've been tricked-or rather, my cover up has. Barely escaping and racing out onto the roof, it's just as I overpower two guards and prepare to take off with my parachute that someone drags me from the building's edge to the ground. Seconds later, there are gunshots fired from the neighboring building. There's no way for me to make out the face of my savior. The only thing striking is an extravagant smell and matchless technique.
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