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In the den of the spies, three people sat at a table, staring at one another. They had been there for an hour and said ntohing. In front of each was laid a pistol. Finally, one of them spoke.

"This is crazy! We should not be arguing amongst ourselves! It is the Imperialist Americans who are our enemies!" said Miyatake.

"Ja! I agree!" said Hilda Bummschweiger.

"I still say that the last soda was mine, but okay," said the man known only as Fidel.

"Well, since that is settled, shall we get back to where we were?" said Miyatake.

"You were mentioning something about the possibility of overthrowing the government and installing a fascist puppet regime, I believe."

"Indeed. My Emperor is very interested in averting America's eyes away from the East."

"Unt der Fuhrer is interested in this, also!"

"So, what is the plan, then? I find myself interested in running Cuba, and the fascist route is as good as any I've run into, so far."

"It involves a very clever ploy that consists of a poker game, smuggled diamonds, an insurrection in the country, and a largish bomb."

"I love ze way you are alvays going off mit der bombs!" said Hilda, obviously smitten.

"What about that woman they captured at the ice plant?"

"We'll deal with her as we did the Canadian who was snooping around once the way is clear."