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Your suit is pressed to perfection. Each seam is pristine. Your tie is classic black. Tucked into your breast pocket is on of your favorite gadgets, your iPhone 6S. You walk up to the bar and order a dry martini. Shaken, not stirred. Of course you may not be James Bond, but you are nearly his equal. You trained under his tutelage, studied his ways, became him in every way possible. As you take a sip of your freshly prepared martini, you feel a buzz in your chest. You turn away from the bar and pull your iPhone 6S from its home, in front of your heart. It looks sleek and sexy in one of the special Ghostek Covert iPhone 6S cases. So slim its barely there. A single message sits on the screen: Time to die. The world slows. You set your glass down and using your iPhone 6S front facing camera, you pretend to adjust your tie. You've spotted your target. She's just behind you. Too bad she spotted you first. The bullet grazes your wrist. You drop your phone but the Ghostek Covert is one of the best phone cases around and you don't worry. Instead, you reach for your own 9mm, spin, and take her down. Party is over. You bend over to pick up your phone and see it sits by your foot intact, undamaged in any way. You reply to your target, though you know she will not see it. Not today. The bartender looks up at you and gives you a nod. He seems to appreciate good iphone cases. A good man. You can trust him. You pick up your drink and take a sip. It tastes off. Something is wrong. But it's not anything with the drink. There's a smell in the air that's tainting your taste buds. The smell of to much alcohol and the smell of smoke. The bartender has disappeared. Standing in his place is your target. She's wounded. She grins as she drops the match in her hand. Your world explodes. You fly backwards hitting a table and some chairs as you go.