<P>"I'm just looking for someone. She's..." He trailed off, suddenly realizing that he had not been given a description or photograph of his contact.
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<P>"You know what the problem with you Americans is?" the bartender continued. "You think everything belongs to you, free for the taking. You just walk in here like you own the place and expect me to walk you around. You can find her yourself!"
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<P>"What happened here was ghastly," Tiberius said, taking a deep breath. "I've seen it. I can only assure you"
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<P>"Don't start. You haven't seen the half of it. Maybe you're telling the truth, and you've got nothing to do with this whole thing. Either way, it's no comfort to me what your assurances are." He seemed to be calming down a bit. "Just do what you need to do, and leave me be. I've no time for the likes of you."
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<P>With that, Tiberius turned around and walked away from the counter. Surveying the bar, he quickly settled his eyes on a brown-haired woman dressed in a dark suit seated at the corner table. She had been watching him with her inquisitive green eyes since he entered.
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<P>"Agent Long, I presume." He walked over to the table and offered his hand.
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<P>"You must be Agent Tiberius," she said, shaking his hand. "I was expecting someone in a toga." He laughed a little, but it was obvious to her that the joke was lost on him.
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<P>"You're an American," he said. She nodded.
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<P>"Have a seat. Apparently Art wants us working together. He's having me brief you for your next mission." He nodded quietly. Allison Long had a very calm demeanor, and her voice was somewhat deep, very smooth. "We're headed for Virginia."
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<P>"Virginia?" Tiberius was a little surprised. "I thought you were on an espionage mission that I was to complete."