“All right,” Charlie began, “you know the drill.” Max nodded and flatly replied, “Go in. Kill everybody. Get Stevie out.” Charlie briefly closed her eyes, took a moment to breathe and try to relax her shoulders. When she felt she wouldn’t yell, she said, “That is not the drill.” “It could be.” “Could be, but it isn’t. The drill is we go in, I do all the talking, you don’t pick on Stevie.” “She’s too sensitive.” “But because you already know that, you’re not going to pick on her.” Max smiled. “What if I really want to?” “Then I’ll let her take your eye out this time. And you’ll wear an eyepatch
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