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Serin shoved Loki behind her, wondering if the man holding the g*n was part of the arms manufacturing ring. The barrel of the g*n twitched slightly as Romero ran up behind them.
“I knew you were acting squirrelly, Daniel,” the man said, waving the pistol in an angry arc at the papers in her hand. “I figured you were meeting her, but I never imagined you would give her classified information.”
Daniel came to rest at her side, close enough for their arms to touch. “So you followed me? What the hell, Ray?”
Oh… It was Agent Doyle. Belatedly, she recognized the small paunch and receding hairline. The two men faced off, staring each other down. Testosterone tainted the air. Serin kept her hands up, hoping to appear nonthreatening.
“Would you two like to be alone to hash this out?” she as
