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Chapter 2: The Mission
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... f credits to his chest, his bare feet slipping on the wet ground as he ducked into another alley. His lungs burned. His ribs ached from where he’d been sleeping on concrete for the past week.
"There he is!"
Shit.
He made the mistake of counting his money in the open. Just a handful of credits some lady had dropped in his cup, but apparently that was enough to paint a target on his back.
"Come on, homeless boy. We just want to talk."
Three of them rounded t ...
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