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... othered. "Yeah? Well, I don't do door-to-door sales. Try next door." He said casually.
Neither man laughed, obviously not impressed.
The taller one sighed, reaching into his pocket. Ronan's muscles tensed, but instead of a weapon, the man pulled out a small metallic badge, holding it up just long enough for Ronan to get a glimpse.
It wasn't police. Not government, either.
Something worse.
"Let's just say," the man continued, his voice smooth and patient, " ...
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