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Captain Sender said, "Care to have a look at the field of fire? Then I can explain what the other side has in mind."
Bond stubbed out his cigarette, gave a quick glance round their trysting-place to fix its banality in his mind, and walked to the door, leaving the fragments of his old life torn up amidst the debris of an airport breakfast.