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Hawkeye was moving with an eerie silence as he led the way to one of the few windows that wasn’t boarded up with sheets of metal. Elletra couldn’t help but stare at the fluidity as he kept the weapon in hand as still as if it were another limb.

She crept closer to him as he stared through the scope into the cavernous factory. “What do you see?”

Hawkeye was silent for a beat. “A genuine standoff. Seems the Earl and Jerem are toying with each other.”

“How do you know?”

“They’re both smiling.” He gestured for her to look through the scope.

Jerem and the crew were simply standing on one side of a platform, their weapons limply waiting in their arms. The Earl and twenty other men were statue-still as the Earl was chuckling about something.

Jerem was beaming, his hands clasped onto a device behind his back. “He’s wired the entire place to explode, Hawkeye.”

“He won’t use it until he gets the formulas off of the Earl. Destroying one factory wouldn’t be enough without taking the formulas.”

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