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His skin was marred with scars, both new and healed. The Roman-style armor bore scratches and scorch marks. Wherever this man had come from, he clearly hadn’t been safe. He dropped his bag, following close behind to kneel beside the man. Don’t ask questions, just triage the wound. He ran into the room and stopped at the half-naked man, his right leg a bloody stump. When he’d gone to bed, he’d been alone and had been for a very long time. The logistics of why a man screamed in uncontrollable pain in his house escaped him. Thankful he wore sweats to bed in deference to the chilly October morning, he grabbed his go bag and raced down the hall to the source of the sound-his guest bedroom. The horrific scream pulled Mike from his bed. This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the authors.

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