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For Truffles




ZIMMERMAN'S
ALGORITHM
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Thur. Jan. 15

LYAKSANDRO Volynskji stood in the parking lot of an abandoned Howard Johnson's, facing the nearby
Interstate, watching the passing headlights slice out cones of swirling snow. His breath fogged as he
wrapped a heavy leather coat around himself. The fleece-lined coat was the only example of Western
decadence he'd allowed himself since coming into the U.S. back in November. Tonight he was glad he had
bought it. After all the years he had spent in Tunis, he was not prepared for American winters, especially in
upstate New York.
He leaned against anew Dodge pickup, the only vehicle in the parking lot. With the exception of the
tracks left by the truck, the lot was a virgin field of snow.
Volynskji was on his third cigarette when the minivan he was waiting for pulled off the
interstate, headlights illuminating Volynskji and his pickup. It drove into the abandoned lot, tires
tossing up sheets of snow. It stopped facing him.
Volynskji tossed his cigarette aside.
The door slid open on the side of the van and a trio of silhouettes walked in front of the headlights. "Mr.
Smith?" asked the one in the middle.
Volynskji nodded and said, "Colonel Ramon."
Ramon gestured to the van and the headlights dimmed.
The three men Volynskji faced were all middle-aged, and all wore overcoats over dark suits. They
dressed as if they wore some sort of uniformтАФunlike Volynskji who wore jeans, flannel shirt, and leather
bomber jacket and generally tried to blend into the rustic setting he found himself in. These men looked out