The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

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ulled a black hood from his belt

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toes on the bulkheads, banged her shoulder against doorfr

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ake her to the ch

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g over the rotor wash. "This is the

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rady. Ready for transp

as wearing a white linen suit that looked pri

his Italian loafe

. "Agent Best had a code in his head. A code I n

shouted over the wind. "I

kick

ribs, but it knocked the air out of he

ng to come with us. And my surgeons are going to take you apa

d me no

ro waved his han

the helicopter. The downdraft whipped her hair into

perately. The deck wa

doors to the poo

was smoot

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rolled-up magazine. He looked like he was stepping o

g at the helicopt

tated. The presence of Clinto

at her. He went to Jairo's table, picked u

ut through the noise. "You're landing military aircraf

ion, Clinton. It doesn't concern y

bottle down. H

landed

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o pity in his eyes. Only a c

mployee," C

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Isela, "is on my manifest. And nobody leav

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