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Chapter 8
8 It was as if this was an old fashioned g*n fight, the terrorists stood at the other end of the street, six of them in their twisted colored armors and the unknown, to most of the world, hostage they held with a chain. They were holding true to their word no action had been taken until the President got there. At least they kept true to their word for now. Cody took a deep breath and started to walk towards the group, alone. The black armored one took the hint, dropped the chain in his left hand and began to walk forward. The world held its breath; no one knew what was going to happen. The terrorist leader and the President met in the middle of the street. It was history in the making for all who saw it. When the two met the armored terrorist's helmet came off. The President showed no
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