> a guy who was supposed to be teaching me...sometimes...would spin around in his chair, showing me nudes of whatever target's wife he's looking at. And he's li

> a guy who was supposed to be teaching me...sometimes...would spin around in his chair, showing me nudes of whatever target's wife he's looking at. And he's like: "Bonus!" And that's just a lackey... this only worries me as to what a determined, calculating person is capable of with these tools. > The most important part of the Rubik's cube was actually not as a concealment device, but a distraction device...I really gave Rubik's cubes to everyone in my office as gifts and guards saw me coming and going with this Rubik's cube all the time. So I was the Rubik's cube guy. And when I came out of the tunnel with my contraband and saw one of the bored guards, I sometimes tossed the cube to him. He's like, "Oh, man, I had one of these things when I was a kid, but you know, I could never solve it. So I just pulled the stickers off." That was exactly what I had done -- but for different reasons. Love this, totally poetic at the end there. This really does read like a kid's spy thriller. Can't wait to read the book.