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“Jeremy Dooley,” the officer smirks, approaching him almost lazily, “not really much of a threat without your crew, are ya, pipsqueak?” With no response or acknowledgement, he continues, “Well, short stack, thanks for makin’ this easy.”

Jeremy looks up at the man, a dark laugh leaving his lips. “Oh, you just made this way easier for me.” Within seconds, he has the officer on the ground, switchblade at his throat.

And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine, Dry the teardrops from my eyes. And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, ‘Cause the dead can’t testify. [x]