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"Let's hear it."
"First, in addition to the favor you said you owed me, those five spies you mentioned aren't enough; we'll need ten."
"Ten is too many. Six at most."
"Eight."
"Seven, I can't do any more!"
"Deal!"
Elvis flashed a big white smile. The more spies captured, the more credit he could claim for himself. He added, "There's one last condition. Agree to it, and she's yours!"
"Speak."
"Since this woman is worth personal intervention from Director David, she must have something very important in her possession, right?"
David's gaze sharpened as he said, "What are you getting at?"
"Whatever it is, I want a copy!"
"Ha, Director Elvis, don't you think you're being a bit greedy?"
The price of a favor and seven spies was already a very generous offer. Now he wanted to share in the dirt from Lolita Island as if David was a pushover?
