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The pot-bellied chief trembled, his face twisted with fear. He raised his hands, forcing an ingratiating smile: "Let's talk this out."

Nestor flicked his wrist slightly, the gun barrel shifting: "I want two cars. Tell your men to back off."

The chief took a deep breath, barely maintaining his compos
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