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"Let's have the briefcase, Jack."

"I don't really think you should open that--"

"Shut up." The knife presses a millimeter deeper.

"It's locked, Rin."

"What's the combination, asshole?"

A hiss of pain as pressure increases again. "Four five three four. But--"

"Got it."

"Okay, let's see what Mr. Suit was hiding."

The lid flips open. Inside are eyes. Eyes fixed with dread on some unknown fate.

The knife slips from nerveless fingers. Fumbling, he closes the briefcase before reopening his eyes and leaving the car.


"Geez, looks like a gang fight."

"Yeah--hey, what the hell happened to their eyes?"

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