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KGB Tales #7 - execution - BattlesandDeaths - 04-08-2020           Steven was a proud young American boy.  He had come to study computer technology at the University of Moscow.  Quite a talented young man.  He could work his wonders on a computer.           While he studied, we hired him part-time to work on a couple of our servers.  He thought it was for the university and had no suspicion what was really being stored there.           He was very friendly and outgoing.  He got along with most of the other guys who worked with him.  He would participate in our early-morning workout sessions.  He was quite the athletic type, which is a rarity in the tech world.  He was even skilled in archery.  Who knows, we might have eventually brought him into our team.            We first discovered his suspicion when he began to withdraw himself from our social activities.  He seemed nervous and ill-at-ease when talking with his Russian co-workers.  I began carefully studying his online communications back home.  When I finally caught him sending a message that he thought there were top-secret Russian government files on the servers.  He then sent a small attachment of one of the files.           I was able to intercept the communication and confronted him with the evidence.  He tried to fight, but we had him completely outnumbered.  My men dragged him kicking and screaming to the archery range.  (This way we could blame it as an archery practice accident.)           He struggled hard against the men who were trying to pin him against the wall.  I gave him little chance to succeed and absolutely no warning.  I pulled back the bow from about seven feet away.  He never even noticed until the bow twanged and the arrow buried itself deep into his midsection.           He let out a holler and leaned slightly forward.  Before he could make any second reaction, I let look the second arrow.  A deadly aim for the heart.  His jaw stayed open as he let out a final "Huaggh."             His strong body quit fighting the men who were pinning him to the wall.  They let go of him as he slowly slumped downward, his glossy eyes staring out at us.  Quite a waste and quite a shame.