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... faces staring back at him.
Three guards?
They’d never run that set in practice. Hell, Ryan barely knew the basic plays—he was still tripping over simple reads.
"Offense!" Crawford barked, his marker flying across the whiteboard like it was on fire.
Seventy-five seconds of timeout. No time for nuance.
"Ryan, Darius—you’re trading the rock. Constant motion. Hand-off after hand-off.
Don’t stand. Keep moving. Make those bastards chase. Run ’em ragged. ...
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