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I come around in a different room. A punch in the face my wake-up alarm. A clock on the wall telling me I've been out for the count around ten minutes.
No memory of how they put me to sleep, but my neck hurts like hell. My guess is a metal bar.
I take another knuckle sandwich in the left cheekbone. Two shaven apes in docker jackets taking turns to dish it out. So identikit, I can't even tell 'em apart.
Another guy watches on from the corner. Designer stubble and greying hair down to his shoulders. He's suave and trim in a navy suit and matching tie. A crisp white shirt. Everything tailored. He's a few cuts above a goon. Gotta be someone higher up. A general, or a captain at the very least.
He lets me take a couple more hits. Steps forward. Holds up a hand for the goons to stop.
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