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last heavy-duty zip-
into
my ankles to
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nst my ribs, a frantic
ylan's firearm
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ated PMC team l
Vance, her protégé,
this test. Failure mean
," she whispered,
smirk playing on his lips. He
in the silence of
'd witnessed, clawed at my
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Sarah called out,
shot. My
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again. My
restraints, pain a li
come to me in our small ap
favor," she'd started
ed to make m
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off, her e
Alex. You know wh
ntractor executive, supposedly took a bullet for her, a c
op medical care for her own pas
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y throat was dry. The memory of th
Dylan. He can't go to tha
lation in Dylan's eyes.
otion. I had hidden my own skills, skills my CIA operati
ambush, but Dylan, with his fathe
d closer, not to
arm. "See? You'r
ing into my pants
h! These are real bu
e dramatic, Alex. They're just high-impact tra
ed it. Or
" and spoil Dylan's aim, s
d my chest, cinching
barely
ylan was a wall
thing against he
im not to fail, blinded
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