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Anger reflected in Rome’s dark eyes as he observed the wound closely. The former special agent still wore his uniform, one of the few things he kept from the old world, and after all, he was still part of that special task force, just that he lost contact with his companions. His gaze darkened even more as he followed Madrides’ gaze over to a group in the opposite corner of the room. “They did that?” he asked, his voice lower than before so the group couldn’t hear them. The man lowered his hand from Madrides’ chin as he turned back to face the other. “We need to treat your wound, but first, tell me and be honest. Did they do that to you? Did they steal from you?” He had to ask again before he could smash their skulls.
