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I stared in Chris' curious and confused eyes as he stared into my worried ones. What do I do? He's looking straight at me. Not the 'me' that I put up as a disguise for the mission, but the 'me' that's actually an agent. I'm in his clear line of sight. Wait. Just because I'm in a boxing gym and I seem to know how to box, it doesn't mean that I'm an agent. I guess I'll just have to lie and say that boxing is a sport I've done since I was young. Lie.. Lying has done me so much good in my life. It has saved me so many times during my missions and never have I ever stuttered on a lie. I'm a professional liar. Lying is just something I've been taught to do. However, why do I feel so bad about lying now? "I'll leave you two to get to know each other and spar." Jared, the boxing gym owne