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Each one gives me a curt nod as my gaze passes over them.

Fuck it. Let’s go.

I adjust my bullet proof vest and give Cillian a nod.

“It’s time.”

“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Cillian says with glee, smacking his hands together.

“Remember,” I say to my men, “take no prisoners. The job s...