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- Ever since the fight at his palace, Hakim had been reticent to return, instead moving between his safehouses in the city. Jack had been able to track down a number of them and found the one that was most conducive to their plans. He rented an apartment that overlooked it. Ana and Jack hadn’t bothered with niceties: the room was furnished only with a couple beaten-up wooden chairs and a wooden crate. They took turns with one sleeping bag. After the second day, Ana had insisted on bringing a hot plate so she could make tea.
- Within a week, they’d rounded up a number of Hakim’s associates, whittling away at his organization.
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- Ana glanced out the window to see the familiar figure of Hakim entering the apartment block. “It’s him.” Ana passed the photos back to Jack, who carefully slid them into the inside pocket of his jacket.
- “Ready?” Jack asked as he put his mask and targeting visor on, picking up the heavy pulse rifle where he had propped it against the wall.
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- One week later, Ana and Jack were packing up the necropolis base. They’d leave much of Ana’s belongings behind, taking only what they needed for the journey ahead. Hakim and his network of criminals had been dismantled. The news had started to report about the movements of a guardian named Bastet who had captured Hakim and exposed the extent of his crimes.
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