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... quiet, rundown house. His hands gripped the old drainage pipe, boots moving silently along the wall like he’d done this a thousand times. The building was a few blocks away from Sam’s. High enough. Dark enough. Isolated. Perfect.
He reached the rooftop and crouched down. The night was still. Just wind brushing past his ear. He set the duffle bag down beside him, unzipped it with a single, fluid motion, and pulled out a compact binocular. With practiced precision, he raised it to his eye ...
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