Hare's Race

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"Well, isn't this exciting? Just like old times!" "You enjoyed us getting shot at? What a weird kink to have. I would certainly not be catering to it." "You weird jokes are frightening most of the time. I'm sure with you here, we won't die" "I'm sure that's an absurd amount of faith to have in someone. Duck!" Mikhail lowered his head, narrowly missing a bullet aimed at it. He kept his head lowered, trying and failing to shoot at their assailants. Louis had already gunned a few down with expert precision while he hid behind her. "How are we going to get out and save him?" "That's your job here, detective. Think of a plan. I'll keep shooting," Louis answered, taking another person out. Mikhail's response was an absolutely dumbfounded face that clearly showed he wasn't informed of such

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