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... the locked room, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.
The fool had walked right into his trap.
Reaching into his ragged coat, he pulled out a battered communicator, its screen flickering dimly. His fingers moved with practiced ease as he dialed a number, and when the line connected, he kept his voice low.
"I got her."
Silence.
Then, a deep, amused chuckle rumbled from the other end.
[Good. Keep her there. We'll come and collect her s ...
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