You Could Feel It In Your Bones....

note - semilog's is my favorite so far

now, to return to our story...

she was determined to leave no trace of her plotting

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she checked every angle

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found an isolated location to contact her minion

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and then entered the cone of silence

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Meanwhile, outside the cone of silence, the word about Guy Noir Jnr uncles methods started to spread around...
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Uncle Noir had started to trail those who were on his his list, at night, under the street lights, so as not to be seen.
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Uncle Noir got a phone call from a deadbeat known only as "X". "X" wanted to meet him at The Substation around midnight. Uncle Noir didn't like The Substation. Nasty things always happened at The Substation.

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In his rush, Uncle Noir had forgotten dinner that evening. Now his gut was growling like a Cadillac with a busted transmission. He pulled into every private dick's favorite establishment -- McDicks.

Mable, the waitress, greeted him warmly. "Norris, it's been a while! Would you like the regular?'

"Yes, the regular," Uncle Noir intoned. "One egg... HARDBOILED!"

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And while uncle Noir was enjoying his hardboiled egg, his agent kept working undercover, pretending to be all from a lonely student...
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