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... ivors. I don’t care who steps through this turnstile, as long as they can act as a distraction or follow a basic command.
"The girls and I are going in," I say, my voice cutting through the stale air of the antechamber. "I don’t care if you kill each other deciding who comes with me. Just don’t get in my way."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lola adjusting her gear. Instead of dragging her massive metal case by the handle, she is strapping it tightly to her back like an oversi ...
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