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He squawks, covers his face with his hands, jerks out of his chair, and promptly trips over his own feet. He crashes to the floor, howling. “You crazy b***h! I’m pressing charges!” I’m so furious, I can’t even speak. I don’t know where to look or what to do. They’re going to confiscate my computer! I have half a mind to yank Connor’s gun from that stupid holster at his waist and start randomly shooting. “Not sure you want to press charges against the person who just handed us the biggest score I’ve seen in my time on this job,” says Chan, staring in shock at his computer screen. Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at him. O’Doul strides over to Chan’s workstation. “What’ve you got?” Agent Chan says somberly, “Two dozen hits, sir. So far.” “Show me.” Agent Chan points at his
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