I Was On Welfare For The CIA

Introduction

People, hoi-poloi, no-goodniks, whatever you called them, were taking tax dollars meant to pay for Congressional fact finding trips to Bora Bora and blowing them on cheap hotel rooms in which to... live. It had to be squashed like an ugly bug with about five thousand legs under the stern heel of the Central Intelligence Agency. But you couldn't expect full time spies to go down and get on relief. They needed a nobody. They needed a foil. They needed me.

I'd tried to shirk my duty, but that was all over now. There was no turning back. I was undercover.

I was on welfare for the CIA.

God help the freeloaders.

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