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trid?

“Not winning!” Dillon said with angry e, either”

One of his Cheerios had driven him back to the Triunfo in a shot-up Nissan Altima with two flat tires

Not exactly a snohite charger, he thought And then, Why is it always a snohite charger? Is that racist? Can there be horse racism?

He pulled out his notebook and scribbled, horse racism?

Dillon’s surviving aro Road, then turned north on Frank Sinatra Drive, which fed into Sammy Davis Jr Drive

Only in Vegas would directions include Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr That could be a bit

In the heat of the day, his instruction to run the whole ould probably have left 10 percent of his ht was cooling rapidly

The ene mob as panic They would follow, but they wouldn’t want to stop the the same place

I’ood at this

“I think I’,” he said aloud

To which Kate said, “Yes,” and glared fear and hatred at him

This next bit would be sketchy, hard to e, Dillon knew As the Cheerio had driven hi a list of demands He would voluntarily leave the city and the whole country, for thatover the world had become much less of a priority since the ar to look as if survival was the oal

Taking over the world to mere survival in what, a day?

He would need a helicopter, of course Then a jet, a big one that could go a long way, fueled up and ready at the airport And a hundred million dollars That shouldn’t be a probleas, which ith cash