On the screen there next appeared​ a large, hulking figure in shadow. He looked like the exact last thing you'd want to see in a dark alley after midnight.

     "Oh, it's you," Adam said. "I should have guessed."  

     He'd worked with the hulking figure before. He represented, in the most clandestine manner possible, not the United States government, but the moneyed interests that liked to think they owned the United States government. 

     If this guy was willing to pay a billion dollars for something, he wasn't kidding.

     He was a man of few words, as well.

     I'll keep it short then, Adam thought.

​     "Assignment?" he asked. His way of asking, what are you paying me a billion dollars to do?

​     "He must die, Mr. Forwarder," replied the electronically-altered voice. "Gideon Goldbody. The sooner the better. We'll need him dead by the end of the day."​

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