Think Ninjas
The committee starts thinking Ninjas. Do they have any on the payroll? The Masked Man gets on the hot line to Sam.
“Of course we have Ninjas,” says Sam, stark naked in the lotus position on the peak of Mt. Baker. “I myself am a Ninja.”
“There’s a job that needs doing,” says the Masked Man. “Come down off the mountain and report to my office at 0800 hours Monday morning.”
Sam rings off. Closes his eyes, inhales deeply and holds it. Exhales and opens his eyes again, slowly. Prepares for the long day’s journey into night where one wrong move can get you murdered.
