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Chapter 1950 Weapons Running Dry

  • “No word yet?”
  • Midnight crept closer. McCone, who hadn’t shut his eyes for forty, maybe fifty hours, roared like a pissed-off lion.
  • No sleep for too long, the battle going south—his mood was shot to hell.
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