What's a fun espionage story without a crazy enemy agency? If you want to find out, you're going to have to stop reading Unacceptable at The Higgs Weldon, because this week we introduce TUSK!
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable,” I muttered as I jammed a steak knife into the hand of the TUSK agent I used to think was Bill the waiter. I suppose his name might have been Bill, but he hadn’t been a particularly good waiter, or, as it turned out, a very good assassin. Why had he taken the time to read us such an extensive list of specials if he was just going to try to murder us before the main course?
“What was that, Colin?” said Albert as he shattered a glass blender over the head of a TUSK that had been our sommelier. He knew an awful lot about wine. It’d be a damn shame if any of it got knocked loose just because he also happened to be a member of the world’s most elite espionage organization named after part of a walrus.
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