It's reality. He had one of the sub-guns in his hands. They're civilians! I looked at him, then back at that raw thing that was held to the bed only by one last wrist restraint. Edward and I both stared at the small carry-on bag I had in my left hand.
Since he knew Olaf better than I did, I wasn't going to argue. My first name was printed in block letters on the front of the envelope. I peeked around the corner, my finger on the trigger, spraying down the hallway. He lifted another picture.
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