Breaking the Law… The heavy metallic door clanged slowly open, in stark contrast to the frantic barking from within. Tony froze, already committed to the far side of rusted razor wire that littered the floor, whilst the rest of us quickly weighed up options and decided to talk our way out of this trouble. A tubby soldier in sweaty fatigues exited the building, already waving a single hand in the classic dismissive Italian gesture. Playing dumb is an art and fortunately few play dumber than our crew; spluttered words of broken Italian, vacant expressions and a rapid exit past several…
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