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... a drink, Professor Kline,” Abrams said, motioning to a glass with two fingers of scotch.
“I’d rather not.” The woman said, turning her hawknose up at the offer. Academics. Abrams was half pissed, half enjoying the thrill of conflict. He didn’t get much of that these days. It was a challenge he could only get outside the military, after all.
“I’ll drink it then,” Abrams said, taking the shot and relishing the burn as it descended to his stomach.
“Why am I here?” Professor ...
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