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“A goddamn flash-bang?” I called back. “Who the hell walks around with that sort of thing in their pocket?” Disoriented and choking on smoke, we searched the area, but Damyon and his men were gone. At first, I thought Flynn had escaped with him. Then I noticed a body on the ground. Caitlin’s brother lay in a pool of his own blood, his throat slashed wide open. The Russian had killed him before escaping. An apology? What the f*****g hell? I ran toward the door, hoping our men stationed outside had managed to stop him. They didn’t. And worse, those we could see were gagged and bound. “He must have had an army of his own men out here,” I thought aloud. We’d thought he was working alone, but it looked like we’d been wrong. “Yeah, but he didn’t harm anyone except Flynn. What the f**k does it al
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