Moment's away from freedom, Zack felt as though he should sprint. However, This would cause a scene, And possibly slow him down. Pushing through the front door, He grinned and began across toward the parking lot. His optics narrowed slowly... The van was gone... Turning, A cold sweat broke instantly against Manson's back. This was wrong, All wrong. Could his own gang have set him up somehow? And why, He was an asset to them. His phalanges qiuckly constricted about the grip of his 941, as a car pulled up. Windows dropping as it came forward.
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