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>About time we finished running this shit-shack. John, hand me my phone.
Coach...
>What?
She's going to be safe, is she?
>Course she is! You're the one who injected that tranquilizer into her food.
...Right. I'll be outside.
>Attaboy.
>*Button presses on the phone, then ringing*
>Agent Mark T here. Target is secured, we'll be en route.
>I know, I took matters into my own hands, but it was faster than assuming she would come willingly. Hell, you didn't even give me an address to--
>John R? He's outside on watch. Didn't have to twist his arm much.
>...Understood. Rendezvous on the outskirts of town, in the industrial district. Target won't be putting up a fight.
>...
>I'll deal with him.
>Agent Mark T, out.
The phone shuts, the door opens, and a hard fist clocks SHB in the back of the head. The younger man lays unconscious on the pavement, while the food truck drives away.
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