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into

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nst my ribs, a frantic

ylan's firearm

ex, I promise," Sarah had said,

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

ked so desper

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ad throug

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Sarah called out,

shot. My

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unds, Sarah!" I yel

ed, that cruel,

again. My

restraints, pain a li

come to me in our small ap

favor," she'd started

ed to make m

n is tomorrow. He's n

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