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47 saw the tired-looking security guard, standing at his post. Most would say that they wouldn’t be bribed by a quarter. The assassin knew differently.
Gently, 47 flicked the coin into a dark corner. The guard turned to it and reached for his radio. “Command, I’ve just heard a suspicious noise. Moving in to investigate.”
The guard plodded over to the corner, and 47 snuck by, picking the lock to his target’s office. He saw the target – a balding, stout man, sitting back in his desk chair. The assassin pulled out his garrotte wire, and thanked the single, silver coin.