“It’s like they were invisible,” I muse, pissed off but slightly impressed. “That’s the point.” All our heads and guns jerk up to a voice that doesn’t belong to any of us. There is a guy standing right at the backdoor, leaning casually against it. He has a white skull mask covering his face and is dressed head to toe in black. “You’re welcome, by the way.” “Who the fuck are you?” Micah growls, taking a step closer, automatic leveled at this guy. “My friends call me Shadow,” he informs us. “Your assistance isn’t needed anymore, boys.” He slips out the backdoor, and Hart takes off running the
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