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Retired
I was over ninety and looked fifty. The small farm was just outside a huge major city on a first colony world. I had been a black operations specialist for over sixty years until I was forced to retire. Now I was a farmer that enjoyed being left alone. Of course after all my years doing what I had I still had back up plans just in case someone came looking from my past. For several days I had noticed a strange vehicle going past my farm. It was time to go shopping for supplies. I slipped the...