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The kid’s hand tightened on his blade handle, waiting for the woman to cross He was clearly ready to be as violent as necessary to get his hands on that purse

So inside Marc snapped

He reached the kid in a heartbeat, before the traffic light had tie

Accosting hi until the kid was gasping for air and struggling to free himself

“Drop it,” Marc commanded quietly

The switchblade clattered to the ground

“I suggest you get the hell out of here now” Marc’s aruy whiain, I’ to break your neck Are we clear?”

Against the inside of Marc’s elbow, the kid nodded

“Good Now go” Marc practically flung the kid into the street

Scraunshot He never once looked back Marc scooped up the switchblade and pocketed it

The traffic light changed

The woht in front of Marc, without the slightest idea of what he’d just saved her from

Turning up the collar of his parka, Marc walked off in the darkness

Casey aiting up, pacing in the conference roohtest bit surprised to see her up and at ’eht

“Hey,” he greeted her, tossing his jacket and duffel bag onto a chair “Where’s Hero?”