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his gun and gripping the pockmarked steel oval, tugging at the pin to make certain it was free of corrosion. What the hell do you think youre doing? asked the old Deuxième veteran. That man up there is a decoy, replied Jason, his soft voice suspended in a cold monotone. In moments another will take his place, |
