' 'I'm thirsty,' Perlmutter whined. ter had landed, he never would've gotten to the beer, and he had come all this way, all this damn way. The chances that the good guys — correction, the good guy had taken out the bad ones seemed slimmer still. Owen, who thought himself surely unshockable at this point, was shocked.
The guys in the office were fighting, at least, but of course they would; in there they were fighting for their lives. Nyther lids nor lashes, it says, only it's Pete's voice Jonesy hears. 'Have a nice day. 'Fucker's locked up is all, just like when I was playin football.
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