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A man clutching a leather messenger bag makes his way through the darkness of a public park. He’s nervous and sweating, clearly anxious to avoid detection. He glides along carefully in the misty night, sliding his Oxfords gently over the glistening grass, the trees overhead providing a cover of darkness. He’s almost made it to the edge of the park when three black figures emerge from behind the final tree and stand to confront him. The two silhouettes on either side are bulky and tall. Even as