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—Hello, hello, Jose.— Jose, stop!— Specto, running to reduce the distance that isolates me from him to hold him by the shoulder. I should just ignore the aggravation in my grip on contact with her skin which is in a real sense on fire.

With Jorge's help, I figure out how to make the disgusting dog go away, even though it's only a couple of steps. Jose growls, thunders even and tries to return to the entrance of the enclosure. Roman and Justo come to help, however only the former figure out how to keep their hold on the cop as he discards the fabrication when he hears him scream in torment due to the copies within his grasp.

Jorge, Roman, and I wrestle with Jose, who thunders through his teeth and somehow figures out how to propel three stages into the compound before we can stop him in place.

"We need to accomplish something," Jorge strikes out with a frown.

"On the count of three," I say, nodding my head toward the license, the two blondes nodding in understanding. One two...

“Three!