“You’ll know soon enough,” I said. “Things are already in motion.” I grunted as the pain overwhelmed me. The spasm passed, and I smiled down at them. “Me, I’d run, if I could.”
“You wouldn’t get far,” said Number One.
“Still, living dogs and all that. You should run.”
Moneybags nods and the cattle prod’s sting steals my mind with waves of pain.
It ends, and I swing.
“Where is the box?” demands Moneybags.
I laugh, or try to. It’s a dry sort of sound, and I give it up.
“Wouldn’t you like to know what’s in it?” I reply.
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