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Chapter 10-2
Saber grimaced when he heard the banging on his front door. He laid his head back on the couch when it stopped and closed his eyes again. For a moment, he wondered if he had imagined it, as his head was still making the loud pounding that had woken him from a fitful sleep. He jerked when he felt the presence of someone else in the room. His hand groped for the weapon he usually carried; instead, his fingers wrapped around his cane. Swinging it upward, he grunted. “What do you think you are doing?” Hunter demanded, glaring down at where Saber was sprawled on the couch. “That’s the problem, he isn’t thinking – as usual,” Dagger added, giving the voice command for the panels in the ceiling to change to clear. “Shewta! What are you two doing here? I know I locked the door,” Saber muttered,
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