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Magnus grunted, “Good.”
“How many people do we have here?”
“Fifteen,” Magnus said.
Raphael frowned as the truck went over a bump, and his ass lifted an inch in the icy air. He grabbed the side again, though his handwas beginning to go numb from the December air rushing by as the pickup sped through the icy night. “Not enough.”
Magnus lifted one eyebrow. Fifteen Rogue Security operators should have been sufficient for most operations, short of toppling a small country’s government.
Which was exactly the plan.
“We need to strategize,” Raphael said. “And then I’m going to America. There’s someone I needto talk to.”
