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VOID Ever heard the phrase, "I hit a goldmine"? I just did. One thing that made my line of work boring was how weak most of the men were. They made it too easy to bend them. Just a few incisions here and there, and they were already shaking like leaves. Tonight, however, I struck platinum. During the shootout, my bullet had luckily met one of the guards in a spot that didn't kill him. Two others had been shot by my men but didn't make it. The one in front of me, he was our lucky tool. I wasn't thrilled because we caught him, I was thrilled because he was one of the stubborn ones. I'd been able to decipher that when Miles was interrogating him. The Spawn of a roach wouldn't spill any information and at some point, he spat on Miles' shirt. It was in that moment I smiled. That m

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