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I press my finger against the button on my walkie-talkie."I've got eyes on the target," I whisper. "Is he tall, tan, black-haired, with emerald eyes, wearing a suit?" Heather whispers back. I glance between the two men. "That's the problem," I mutter. "There are two guys that match that description." A sigh crackles through the radio. "Trust your gut." "My gut says the guy on the right. My brain says the guy on the left." "Then trust your gut." "...Okay." I slip the walkie back into my