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... gh the eerily silent Oval Office, emanating from the neck of the dark-skinned man in Hawk’s right hand.
In an instant.
The man, who had been furiously kicking his feet and trying to pry open Hawk’s hand, froze in expression as all his movements ceased.
Thud!
The dark-skinned man dropped to the ground, limp and wide-eyed, lying motionless.
After all, he was just another dark-skinned man, it wasn’t as if Hawk hadn’t killed before.
Besides.
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