[Tucker didn't have the luxury of hiding the look of absolute rage that crossed over his face behind a helmet anymore, having foolishly removed it a few minutes before. Charon. Hargrove. If that wasn't enough of an answer, the curl of his fingers around his sword filled in whatever was between those lines.]
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Yeah, I know it and the guy who runs it.
[His teeth were grinding. Breathe.]
What about those dickslits?