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“Let’s go! We gotta get outta here. Pronto!”
“Hey, Don. What’s up? It’s only three o’clock, we’ve still got tons to do.” Mike couldn’t think of a single thing, but he was sure Holly would find some dirty job for him. Maybe he shouldn’t argue.
“We’re going, right now,” Don grabbed Mike’s arm and spun him toward the parked helicopter that had delivered them this morning.
Mike didn’t need to check with Holly about what to do when he saw Don’s hand slide around the handle of his not-a-rifle rifle.
“Just me?” Christ he hoped not.
“All three of you. Now!”
“Okay.” He’d have to tell the nuns at St. Bernardine’s that prayer worked! If he was ever dumb enough to revisit that particular slice of hell. “Give us a couple more minutes.”
“Now!” Then Don relented, showing he was human and hopef
