Echo Platoon

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Genres: Fiction
By then we were all beyond ripe. And any pretext of saving my clandestine mission got tossed completely out the window as we trooped through the thick glass doors. Why? Because as I recced the lobby I realized we’d walked into the middle of a fucking spy convention.
Over there—near port side—a pair of Turkish/ Georgian/Azeri/who-could-tell Mafiyosi muscle, pistol bulges under the armpits of their plaid zoot suit jackets, stood next to the souvenir kiosk, talking on cellular phones. Three stooges in boxy, ill-fitting KGB-model double-breasted suits tried to look inconspicuous, as if that was possible when they were jammed side by side on a single couch, legs crossed in triplicate, all reading identical newspapers. A local gumshoe idled by the reception desk looking like a bad imitation of Bogart, a maize-papered cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. A Georgian pimp, hair slicked back like a 1930s flamenco dancer, herded half a dozen whores d’combat toward the neon sign entranc
...e to the hotel bar which, according to the sign in the window, poured draft Bass Ale and served Cajun fried chicken.MoreLess
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