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5.5 Failed Heroics
Michael stood up in a daze, thinking so fast it felt the same as if he wasn’t thinking at all. He walked out into the middle of the street, right past the few neighbors heading for the second kidnapper. “Is the police on their way?” Michael asked, numbly. “Yes,” some random voice answered, and that’s all he needed to know. “Can you guys hold him?” Michael bitterly said. “Of course.” “Michael, don’t just--” He ran. It didn’t matter who was talking, Michael had to find them. He stopped at the end of the street, where it split into two, and checked the immediate streets for a sign of the van. There was none, so he had to decide whether to search the hard way, or find out where they were heading. He went with the latter. Michael ran back to find the kidnapper crawling away from the p
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