Avenged
Felicio I lunged forward, but to my surprise Albert Shaw was able to dodge my blow. Twisting, he spun around and looked at me with a confident smirk. I looked at him in confusion. He shook his glass at me and took another sip. “This is just a little concoction we've been working on,” he said. “It's still in the testing stages, but the early signs are quite promising.” “What have you done with her?!” “With who?” he said, looking genuinely confused. “My friend. She was an intern here. She hasn't been home.” “Oh, yes, I think we did pick up a couple of troublemakers. They're being dealt with. Now, why don't you be a good boy and sit down. Oh, that's right, you have the powers of a cat, not a dog. Detective, please put that gun down. We both know you're not going to kill me in cold blood
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