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- I traded a look with Marcone. I flicked my eyes at the upcoming bridge. He took a deep breath and nodded.
- Nicodemus lifted the gun and aimed for my head. His shadow suddenly swept forward, under and around my shield, seizing my left hand. It ripped at my arm hard, pulling me off balance.
- Marcone was ready. He let one of his empty guns fall and produced a knife from somewhere on his person. He flicked it at Nicodemus's face.
- Death Masks Chapter 32, Page 298
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