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... had stopped, but the sky over New York remained gray.
Inside OsCorp's executive office, Nolan stared at the brass-trimmed urn resting on his desk silent, unmoving.
The door opened.
Max stepped in, slightly breathless, a folded piece of paper clutched in his hand.
"I got it, boss."
Nolan stood, eyes still fixed on the urn. "Were you seen?"
"No. Not unless someone checks close and notices it's missing," Max said, handing over the page.
Nolan ...
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