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Baghdad. July. 2003My name is HarrySmith and I'm part of the UK Secret Intelligence Service.

I've been sent toIraq as part of the hunt for Weapons of Mass Destruction - you know, the oneswe told the UN were there but weren't? That's them. Theweapons might not be here, but there are still plenty of scientists capable ofbuilding these awful things. My job is to find adozen of the best - or worst if you like - and offer them a way out thatdoesn't include terrorism or the Axis of Evil.

Despite this beingwhat might be considered an important job, I'm alone and off the books,without backup or support. These eggheadsdon't want to be found and, just to make it even harder, I'm barely one stepahead of a CIA hit-squad intent on erasing them permanently. All this whilesurrounded by unexploded ordnance, IEDs, insurgents, political mayhem, andangry locals.

Easy. Right?