Standing by one of
the doors was a large man who kept grimacing and rubbing his
chest. Nero had last seen him spreadeagled across the floor of a bombed
warehouse on the receiving end of a thrashing from One-Line. Several other
ex-dockers stood at strategic points around the room.
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