But if they do, what’s the word?” “Fass,” he said, pronouncing it Fahs. Which sounded German. That made sense, since a lot of attack dog training was German-based. “If you need it, ma, there is also Kehle.” “What does that mean?” “Throat,” he said. “It’s a kill command.” “Oh,” I said, mind flashing with the vision of a dog ripping out a man’s throat. A shiver moved through me. But I had to remind myself that dogs were one of the weapons at my disposal. If I had to use them, I would. Then get some serious therapy after. “You need to know it,” he said. “I got it,” I assured him. “What was that?” I asked, hearing him talking. “Not you, mama. Just had to make another call,” he said, just as I started hearing pounding on the door. Tools? That had to be some kind of tool. “Talk to me. What is happening?” “I think they have tools,” I said, taking a couple of steps toward the monitors and, sure enough, they did. “They do,” I told him. “That door is hard as fuck to penetrate, ma. I
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