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On Borrowed Wings.

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acoufff ACOUFFF Joe struggled to breathe.
“LT you can’t hit him, he is an agent.”
“Look Agent Veratas I had two men in deep cover, feet away from the one person who could save the entire verse, and you let the saints take him from you.”
As the he recoiled to hit Joe again I pulled my Pistol from the scabard and pressed it into the supervisors eye saying, “If you touch my partner again, I will send you to the great viod that all men should fear.”
The LT stepped back and Said “3 days, get me a line on the Buddha child or you’re fired, imprisoned, and excommunicated.”
Joe went to work scribbling the Goesha Templet on the floor as I slowly backed towards it, still keeping my weapon pointed at my immeadiate supervisor.
The Lt added, “Make it happen , so help me God.”
Joe was already starting the chant in the back that would send us through the portal when I reminded the Lt, “God is dead! That is why we’re in such a rush”!
The words rang out as the circle sent us high over Salt lake City.

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