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The Assassination of Mr Black
?? ? ? ?I am waiting in the shadowy confines of a stone corridor leading along the side of the ancient stone temple in Northern Thailand, near the Golden Triangle. The temples here have a decided Burmese flavor. The air is close and humid, and my white tee shirt is soaked with my own sweat. My fingers nervously massage the grip and barrel of the Baretta automatic I hold in my hand. In the room next to me, a row of impassive Buddha's look on. Them means nothing to them. I am waiting to kill a...