I stood stunned. The weights at the bottom of the ceramic characters he’d given me were not lead. I thought for just a few seconds, remembering handling the pieces and putting them into the special broken down manger scene I’d made myself in the garage. There were too heavy to be lead, I realized, and there were no bottom weights. The ceramic pieces, the camel being the heaviest, were just too heavy. Gold weighed almost twice what lead did and to be as heavy as the pieces were meant that they were not weighted with that element. They were fully filled with it.

The big bull-nosed Sikorsky helicopter nearby was being wheeled out of the hangar as I looked down at the sergeant in front of me. He hadn’t bothered to make the call to the number I’d given him, leaving the small piece of note paper in front of him on the desk. I reached my left hand down and took the paper, crumbling into a small ball before putting it in my pocket. I had no idea about what would have happened if the sergeant made the call. What would the agent who might be brought on the line say? As soon as my name was linked to the code number the agent would know that I was on a mission and that I’d given out the number and code to be verified as to who and what I was. Herbert told me that that was a no-no. You never reveal yourself when in the field on a mission…or you can very quickly get dead. You can attend all the parties you want in the USA and claim to be an agent of the CIA. Everyone will laugh at you. Say it in the vestibule of some Barcelona church in Spain and you’ll be dead before the sun sets. The revelation of a real CIA agent working abroad is a very valuable bit of information and will sell for thousands of US dollars.

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