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Hold it right there! He froze. That tickling in his neck told him somebody was pointing a weapon at his back. He knew that feeling well. Years on the run had develop it into an almost mystical sense. Too bad it didn't warn him before people started pointing guns at him. Raise your hands. Slowly. Something about her voice grated in his ears. Yes, it was that steely undertone, that sense of 'I'm doing business here and you better not try to play any games', which was plain wrong. Nevertheless, he spread his hands so that they were visible.
He wondered whether he would ma
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