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Thursday, May 15th. 5:30 a.m. James “Jimmy” Thanatoni was running for his life. He raced down narrow alleyways, Beretta in his holsters, wind running through his long brown hair. Every few seconds, he grabbed both guns, turned around and fired some shots at his ski-masked pursuers, reloading on the run. The holsters slowed him down a little, but not enough for the men to catch up. He had no clue where he was going, only knowing that he needed to get away from his would-be killers. He heard a...

Thursday, May 15th. 5:30 a.m. James “Jimmy” Thanatoni was running for his life. He raced down narrow alleyways, Beretta in his holsters, wind running through his long brown hair. Every few seconds, he grabbed both guns, turned around and fired some shots at his ski-masked pursuers, reloading on the run. The holsters slowed him down a little but not enough for the men to catch up. He had no clue where he was going, only knowing that he needed to get away from his would-be killers. He heard a ...

Prologue The United States branch of Interpol, located in Washington D.C., was bustling with activity, as usual. Agent James Zuckerman was drinking coffee, reading a file on a sex offender, and wondering where his partner was. James was 40 years old, skinny, and pale. He didn’t fit the mold of an ordinary Interpol officer. Then again, he wasn’t ordinary. James was a reformed criminal. A small time con man and loan shark, James rubbed elbows with multiple criminal figures, big and small. He b...

Lenin: I never thought peasants essential They're crude and unspeakably plain But maybe they've a glimmer of potential If allied to my vision and brain Lenin: I know that your powers of retention Are as wet as a capitalists backside But thick as you are, pay attention My words are a matter of pride Lenin: It's clear from your vacant expressions The lights are not all on upstairs But we're talking czars and successions Even you can't be caught unawares Lenin: So prepare for a chance of a lifet...