Total Surrender
The tallest one, the leader, had a grizzled jaw and eyes like chipped obsidian, sharp and unyielding. His name, Pamela would later learn, was Ivan. He carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who’d seen too much to be rattled by a single body. The other two followed his lead, wordless, their duffel bags clinking softly with the tools of their trade—chemicals, brushes, and plastic sheets that crinkled ominously as they set them down.
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