In an apartment in Tokyo, I began receiving mail forwarded to me from my first address in the military. They were date-stamped from 2005. I received one date-stamped 2020, but it had been ripped open and its contents stolen.
Suddenly, someone put a hit out on my son, so I became his bodyguard for a while. The assassin hid in his room, next to the window, and had a blow-dart gun. I found the assassin, and shot him and threw him off a cliff (the house was on a cliff, for some reason).
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