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Chapter 5-1
Chapter 5 “I’m pretty sure they release something into the air in Vegas that gets the blood pumping and makes even the most frugal, conservative person want to let loose, spend money, and do something stupid that they can tell their grandchildren about.” ~Elora “How much did they take?” Lorsan asked one of the guards. He stared into the storeroom where they’d been keeping the Rapture and saw only a few cases left. His fist balled at his sides and his jaw clenched as he listened to the man recount what had happened. Apparently some very brave, or very stupid, humans had decided to help themselves to as much of the drink as they could get out before getting caught. They’d knocked out two of the men posted at the door and held a gun on another. “Why weren’t any of my men here?” Lorsan aske
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