At t moment Moss realized t  going to open to turn around. And oo late. too late to make any more  mistakes or to do anyt all and t o die. Do it,  do it.

    Dont turn around, urn around and Ill bloo hell.

    t move. Moss was walking forward on gun.  and  know w kind of gun  now.

    A sgun clattered to t your hands up, he said.

    Step back from the door.

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    t could   even look at roubled. As if t of his day.

    Back up. Some more.

    gun and t onto tc and s the door. Look over here, he said.

    turned  Moss. Blue eyes. Serene. Dark  ly exotic. Beyond Mosss experience.

    do you ?

    answer.

    Moss crossed took post of t case stood t.  up.

    t even seem to notice. s seemed elsewhere.

    ook t over  tgun s  it under s go,  into the  hallway.

    t ransponder receiver anding in t outside  t it taken more cgun trained on t,   in one ol. arted to tell o put   sometold  it didnt really make any difference whe mans hands were.

    till open, till running.

    You s tairs and Ill s you.

    t ans Moss knew.

    Rig you take anotep.

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