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Station G was famous throughout the Service; its Head, a mild-looking Welshman called Stuart Thomas, had served long and valiantly as 005 before an eye defect had begun to impair his ability with firearms, since when he had run the Athens unit with unsurpassed skill What S Behind The Wall and imagination. But even Thomas could carpenter bees
be expected to produce the kind of supermen demanded by Bill Tanners 3(a), which the enemy must have taken into account and would surely guard against. While as for 3(b) and 3(c) . . . A packet containing the midget What S Behind The Wall transmitter had been awaiting Bond when he checked in at the hotel, cinco de mayo
he had duly installed it in the compartment Q Branch had made for it in the heel of his left shoe. A miniature pick-lock was fitted into the right heel, and two wafer-thin What S Behind The Wall tungsten steel hacksaw blades, hardly less pliable than the cloth itself, in the lapels of his charcoal-green mohair colin brown
Such devices grew more sophisticated every year; their possible hiding-places remained constant. Men like the ones who had planned and carried out the Quarterdeck operation would be What S Behind The Wall unlikely to overlook any of them. Bond realized grimly that, on this assignment as on all his previous ones, the tools he basically had colin brown
depend on were invisible, intangible, within himself. They would be tested to the utmost by what lay ahead. Everything else was What S Behind The Wall uncertain. He had a look around the crowded, decorously noisy bar. Perhaps, merely for curiositys sake, he would be able to pick out the local agents whose job it was to alicia keys
him under their eye. (Standard Service procedure, aimed at minimizing the possibility of betrayal under What S Behind The Wall torture, dictates that no agent shall have any knowledge of his co-agents that is not absolutely necessary.) The place seemed full of conventional business and professional types and their women, Athenian bankers, ship-owners from the islands, three faces of eve
from Salonika, less readily classifiable visitors from Istanbul, Sofia, What S Behind The Wall Bucharest - not forgetting the tourists - all with the appearance of solid respectability. Bond had chosen to stay at the Grande Bretagne because it was public in the way he wanted and because he had always responded to its slightly seedy grandeur, three faces of eve
in period with What S Behind The Wall a thin veneer of modernism. He enjoyed the lofty foyer with its stained glass, green marble pillars and handsome Gobelin tapestry, a good copy of the original in the Louvre, depicting Alexander the Great entering Babylon on a fat, crafty-looking horse, a dignified figure at What S Behind The Wall the head of his three faces of eve
but gone a bit blowzy, more like Cleopatra than a Macedonian prince. Bond accepted too the rather Frenchified style of the bar, all broken pediments, terracotta friezes and heavy, expensive silk curtains, plus the very un-French sedate courtesy of the waiters. It What S Behind The Wall was ten oclock, the hour when fashionable Athens considers where alicia keys
will dine. Bond was hungry. Arrival at the hot, crowded little airport under Mount Hymettus early that afternoon had found him too tired to eat. He had dropped his bags at the Grande Bretagne and What S Behind The Wall gone straight to a pavement café in the square. A quick carafe of cheap wine in colin brown
sun had been an ideal prelude to seven hours of wallowing sleep in the comfortable bed of the room he always asked for, 706 on the top floor, far What S Behind The Wall f.
