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Darius threw the heavy SUV into a violent, tire-screeching drift, taking a sharp right turn onto a narrow, dimly lit residential street in Adams Morgan. The G-force slammed me against the leather door panel. I braced myself, my eyes locked on the rearview mirror.
The two unmarked black SUVs didn’t hesitate. They took the corner with terrifying, synchronized precision, their heavy engines roaring as they closed the gap. They weren’t driving like cops trying to pull us over; they were ...
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