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... ately. "Where the hell do you think you’re—"
Before she could finish the sentence, before anyone could physically move to stop me, I reached the barricade. My hand shot up to grip the top edge of the metal barrier, fingers finding purchase on the welded seam. I launched myself upward in a single fluid motion, using arm strength and momentum to vault over the obstacle.
Then I landed on the other side with a controlled crouch, my boots hitting the broken asphalt with a solid thud. ...
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