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RapportJonah trekked to the garage, not bothering to rush. He had to be careful with the food because it was hot as hell.
But that was hardly a bother.
Jonah knew there would be unbreakable glass, designed by Jonathan himself, between him and Laban. He knew that.
But his batons were in his pocket, full-sized, just in case.
That sudden inspiration he'd had about this arrangement being mutually beneficial had gleamed so brightly in his head mere minutes before. Unfortunately, it seemed to be losing luster with each passing step. Laban bothered Jonah. He didn't know if it was actually fear, but Laban had a bothersome effect on him. Something like critters on the skin. Couple that with the fact the son of a b***h was messing with his Thanksgiving.
He lowered the food to the floor once
