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Will hung one-handed long enough to make Philips blow his whistle in blasphemy.
1000: Urban assault lane. Two buildings, one alley, one hostage who fought like a hostage. Jack took point-left, Bruno rammed a door like an apology, Sonja cleared a bathroom with a look. Frank’s overwatch stitched three problems into souvenirs. Wolfgang handled stairwells like a baker on a lunch rush. Will carried the hostage like a fireman carrying a joke. Pauly’s tablet flickered, died, flickered—
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