227- The Target

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You stare down from the height of your plane And your brain keeps whispering. It's masafuera. That's all it is. Just an island three hundred miles off the coast of Chile. But both you and the beautiful girl beside you know it's more than that.

It's the last stop, the last time around. A death trap from which there is no escape. Listen now, as escape brings you Tony Barrett's story, the target. The dream, Senor. You see how quick? Another one of your talents you can make like a waiter when necessary.

In Chile, Senor, a man does many things to believe. The waiter was busy, so I got the drink. It's not a reason for him. All right, Pepe, all right, forget it. You are angry. Look, let's not play games. He's an hour late now. Where is he?

Perez? He will be here. I watch with great care. He has no convenience. Trust me, Senor. You've got much choice, have I? Is being late is that part of the build up part of the sale you demand prompt in a scene in former senior I've got to be used to it by now

You never get used to it You want something an assurance at this time you're buying the right thing the magic word in your whereabouts of Arthur Matt's Fall for it every time and move on the weather whispered words said to go So, Caracas and Lima go jabamba.