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"
I
see
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
And
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
help
us
,
sir
,
"
said
the
clean
-
jawed
spook
,
"
you
can
see
what
we
’
re
like
when
we
’
re
not
happy
.
"
He
hit
Shadow
in
the
stomach
again
,
with
his
fist
.
It
wasn
’
t
torture
,
Shadow
thought
,
just
punctuation
:
I
’
m
the
bad
cop
.
He
retched
in
pain
.
"
I
would
like
to
make
you
happy
,
"
said
Shadow
,
as
soon
as
he
could
speak
.
"
All
we
ask
is
your
cooperation
,
sir
.
"
"
Can
I
ask
…
"
gasped
Shadow
(
Don
’
t
ask
questions
,
he
thought
,
but
it
was
too
late
,
the
words
were
already
spoken
)
,
"
can
I
ask
who
I
’
ll
be
cooperating
with
?
"
"
You
want
us
to
tell
you
our
names
?
"
asked
the
clean
-
jawed
spook
.
"
You
have
to
be
out
of
your
mind
.
"
"
No
,
he
’
s
got
a
point
,
"
said
the
spook
with
glasses
.
"
It
may
make
it
easier
for
him
to
relate
to
us
.
"
He
looked
at
Shadow
and
smiled
like
a
man
advertising
toothpaste
.
"
Hi
.
I
’
m
Mister
Stone
,
sir
.
My
colleague
is
Mister
Wood
.
"
"
Actually
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
I
meant
,
what
agency
are
you
with
?
CIA
?
FBI
?
"
Stone
shook
his
head
.
"
Chee
.
It
’
s
not
as
easy
as
that
,
any
more
,
sir
.
Things
just
aren
’
t
that
simple
.
"
