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But of course there isn’t a samurai. Matt was the sort who mistook fear for loyalty and never understood that displays of the former were no indication of the latter. A quick glance through one of the short, narrow windows in the stairwell reveals that Matt’s former employees are pretty much either standing around trying to figure out whether or not they heard shots and a scream or are attempting to run towards and away from the building at the same time; one or two of the goons are even trying to cover all the choices by scuttling around like drugged crabs and shooting confused “didja hear that” looks at their coworkers.

Just wait ‘til the cops show up….

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