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SYNOPSIS:
Allie: An attractive American spy in her thirties with a fetish for only black clothes, who loves to kill, no really, she really does. How does she justify this you ask, 'They're the bad guys, silly.' Sergei: A fourth generation Russian spy also in his thirties who has two passions, neither of which is very 'spy like.' Henri: An older French spy who has a secret that no one knows...or do they? These three live and work out of Manhattan and are friends, in fact they are each others only friends. So what happens when one of them wants out of the 'spy game?' Just who can they trust, your lover who enjoys this life or an old comrade who is not so good at hiding his own secret.