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Victor waited until Ozols had passed out of the light before squeezing the trigger with smooth, even pressure. Suppressed gunshots interrupted the early morning stillness. Ozols was hit in the sternum, twice in rapid succession. The bullets were low powered, subsonic 5.7 mm, but larger rounds could have been no more fatal. Copper-encased lead tore through skin, bone, and heart before lodging side by side between vertebrae. Ozols collapsed b..
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Funny, because the way I see it, the more friends I have, the better I'm doing at life." "Ah," Victor said, "but friends can be bought. Enemies are always earned."
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The partition window opened. Panic flooded through him and he twisted in his seat to see Kooi's wife. She had a gun, pointed through the little window and at his head. 'We can talk about this,' Leeson said, swallowing. 'I can make you a very wealthy woman.' She said, 'Put your hands over your ears, Peter, and close your eyes.
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No one was infallible, but mistakes had to be acknowledged and absorbed with a conscious self-examination if they were to become useful experience and not remain as failure.
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Victor said, 'I'm going to take this axe and I'm going to hack off one of your hands. The blade is dull and I couldn't find a whetstone so it might take a couple of blows to do the job, so you'll need to be patient. The pain and the fear will be like nothing you've ever experienced, but the horror of watching the stump where your wrist used to be spray blood everywhere is going to be like nothing you can even imagine. At that point you won'..
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The whole basement was empty. Victor drew his handgun -- an FN Five-seven -- because he knew he'd walked straight into a trap. A second later, the lights went out
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The gunman shifted his aim, following Victor's path as he leaped into the adjacent bathroom, bullets blowing a line of neat holes out of the wall behind him. Ejected brass cases clinked together on the carpet around the assassin's feet. In the bathroom, Victor came out of his roll into a crouch, letting off a quick shot, firing blind before he'd fully turned around. The bullet whizzed through the open doorway, sending up a puff of plaster a..
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