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survival kit and conned one of the locals into dropping me off at the now deserted motel. |
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I had no more than dropped the kit on my bed and poured myself a drink when there was a knock on the door. |
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"Come in," I snarled, still savoring the warm surge the B and W was bestowing on my chilled innards. |
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The door opened, and Kelto stood there with that damnable sullen look on his face. |
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Suddenly all my pent-up emotions snapped. |
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Battered body and all, I took one ballet-like leap that carried me across the room. Just like that I had him by the front of the jacket, brought the knee up, and chopped down. He was on the floor, beside the bed, half-propped against the wall, a dazed expression replacing the perpetual sneer. All of this would probably have elicited some kind of response if I had given him time. |
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Pissed-off gesture number two was the old knee to the belly shot. It slammed into his flat stomach, and he was pinned to the floor. The air belched out of him, and he went through the age-old agony of a man who has had the wind knocked out of him and who truly believes he'll never breathe again. |
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"Okay, sonny boy, have I got your |
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