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I punched the gun so hard into his mouth the trigger guard broke his lower teeth.
‘Warm him up and feed him well,’ Fischig told his men as we left the cell. ‘We execute him at dawn.’ I didn’t ask if that meant some arbitrary time in the next cycle or real dawn, six months away, at the start of Thaw. I didn’t much care.
the nameless pipe-smoking man.
How X-Files.
