Literature of the Black Atlantic

I had been tracking this guy for several months. I didn't know him by name but rather by number....they called him number 3. I don't know much about him, but I do know that he is one of the remaining members of the S.E.G. The acronym stands for the Socialist Espionage Group. The group was created in the 1950's when some members of the KGB went defect and created a liberation group in the Ukraine. Again I have to say I don't know much about him, but I do now that now as I look at him laying lifeless on the ground, my mission is complete. Even my own government wouldn't reveal the secrets of the operation to me for fear that I might become compromised. I was told to eliminate the target as that was all. Months of work had finally culminated when I managed to slip a cyanide pill into his drink before the waiter brought it too his table. I knew it was a futile attempt but for some reason Number 3 had forgotten to check his drink before he put it to his mouth. That was the strangest part of the entire operation. Until approximately 30 minutes about, Number 3 had been so careful. He always covered his footsteps, always remembered his safety precautions. Why did he forget this one time?

Oh well, I guess the questions don't matter much anymore...he is dead and that is all that matters. After I slipped the pill into his drink i traversed through the kitchen and managed to get to the fire escape that lead to the back alley way. There was another strange twist to the story I forgot to mention. I had taken my time getting to the alley because I knew that Number 3 would take a little longer to get there then I would. Also at that time I knew the cyanide would be kicking in...I was sure he wouldn't make it out of the alley without passing out. He's there, and hes dead, but how did he get there before me?

I'm not too concerned. I still have a little bit of work to do. I have reason to believe he is carrying an envelope of documents that I need to bring back to my overseer. As I jumped down from the fire escape I moved quickly to his body and opened up his suit jacket. Wait, something is wrong....this body is cold...his body should still be warm. I pulled the envelope out from his pocket and removed the only paper I found inside. There should be more here. I unfolded the paper. It read "Thanks for playing. Game Over."

Oh no.....I've been set--------------

Then everything went dark.