XII. Sharp as a Razor-7

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The pleasant dose of energy buzzing from their presence turned sour as his words sunk in. “FBI?” I whispered. The Elder Dragon nodded grimly, still watching Diep. The torch light accentuated the yellow undertones in his face. His epicanthic eyes were coal black, tiny pinpricks of flame gleaming from their centers. He sounded tired, ready to conclude our business here. “Fortunately they have their hands full.” My mind raced. The estate will be surrounded. Helicopters. Night vision… We need to get out while they were busy with Diep's soldiers. How many men does he have? How many feds are here??? The consequences of getting arrested were made more frightening by Shocker's outburst over the radio. “You hear that?” she screamed at s******c Elmo cheerfully. “FBI is here! You won't make it lo

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