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“Me? You want to fight me?" leather vest was now standing, his jaw still hanging loose. “Why?" he asked.
“I gotta fight somebody,” I shrugged, “What's your name?"
“Spinder."
"No relation.”
Spin spoke from his vantage point near the door. It was so unlike him and so perfectly timed that I started to laugh and couldn't stop. I stood there and laughed like a mad woman. Eventually, Archer came over and placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch calmed me, and I was able to take a breath.
“Sorry about that," I said to the room, "it's been a long couple of days. Let’s get this over with."
“Remember my words,” Malik said.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a show. I get my choice of anything up there?” I asked Malic.
“Oh yes, you both do,” he replied.
Malik and Archer made their way onto
