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Her skirt was short, tight and slashed high up on the sides. Two uninterrupted minutes here and they would never find James Bolivar, alias Slippery. Not today, sir. My Angela raised the gun for a surer aim as she touched a switch in the molding. Behind me I heard a pop as the sleep-gas grenade I had put under the gun let go. I remembered now. I prefer the term graduating-exercise. When the office door opened suddenly I knew the game was up.