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Alan Blunt Got In Touch With Me And Asked Me To Put You Up Here For The Rest Of The Week, To Pretend That You're My Son. I Have To Say, You Don't Look Anything Like Me." "i Don't Look Anything Like Myself Either," Alex Said.

You'd Better Get Onto Mi6. They'll Be In Charge Of Security At The Airport." "of Course." Sir Graham Moved Toward The Door. He Stopped And Turned Around. "and What Happens If You're Wrong?" He Inquired. "what Happens If These Soccer Players Do Somehow Get Killed?" Kellner Shrugged. "at Least We'll Know What We're Dealing With," He Said. "and They Lost Every Single One Of Their Games While They Were In Nigeria. I'm Sure We Can Put Together Another Team.

We Have An Hour Before We Have To Leave," Cray Said. "so I Thought I Might Tell You A Little About Myself. I Thought It Might Pass The Time." "i'm Not Really All That Interested," Alex Said.

You Couldn't Trust Anyone Or Anything That Belonged To The World Of Espionage.

There's A Name For People With An Interest In The Moon," Alex Said. "they're Called Lunatics.