I was preparing myself to charge him, but I didn't get a chance. Before I knew it, he was upon me. He pinned me to the ground, laughed, and grinned at me.
"Allow me to guess," he said, in an unfamiliar accent. "You were sent to eliminate Boris Ammit, a valuable spy for the Germans? And you were told nothing else? You knew just enough to seek me out. Did they not tell you about the gold under my protection?"
"Information is on..." I began. He interrupted me, "I know: A need-to-know basis. If they had told you the truth, you would not have come. By their silence, they have doomed you, though you do not know it yet."
He stopped talking for a moment to examine himself. I had indeed inflicted wounds upon him, and he was bleeding. I don't know how he remained upright, but he did. "Every death blow affects me more than the ones before," he said. "I may not have long, so you will listen to me."
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