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- "What happened to you? Looks like something ran you over."
- "Think I'm in bad shape?" Melko coughed. "Should see the other guy." Delgado kept his back to the container, gun aimed at the edge. "You killed one of them?"
- "We turned the corner at the same time." Melko stepped back, chancing a glance around the other side of the container. He held his handgun in his right hand while his left clenched his stomach.
- "I fired first. I fired second. I fired the third time, too."
- "Where'd the blood come from?"
- "One of the other Jackals fired fourth."
- Delgado shook his head. This had gotten out of control. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the instigator of all their troubles: a tiny chip, lying in the heart of a toughened case just smaller
- than his thumb.-Prologue
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