My friend Brad and I were some of the best private operatives in the game. We certainly didn’t come cheap, but we always succeeded in getting the information. The secret? An old spell book Brad’s grandmother had left behind for him in her will. The spell book helped us infiltrate with ease.
Take this case, for instance. Brad’s the blonde; I’m the brunette. Our job was to get this guy—Anton–distracted and knocked out so the rest of our team could secure his info. It wasn’t fun but it worked. As always.