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*Edward stows his gear, then turns to the clerk.*
Edward: We'll be taking a standard diplomatic flight.
Clerk: Sure, I'll have your stuff sent over as soon as we get it set up.
Five hours later
*The three men are sat on a private Vatican plane as it taxies down the runway at Campino Airport.*
Air Hostess: Would any of you gentlemen like a drink?
Fly Fast,
Shoot Straight,
Live Long!
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