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Who Knows?

They sat across the table staring at one another, contempt in their eyes. They knew what had to be done, but neither cared to speak of it. "Stop this!" the first finally yelled, slamming his fists on the table as he went, "I came here for answers that I was promised, not a staring contest." It was a wage of war; you could see it in the other's eyes, an inferno of hatred deep within, a flickering of knowledge, a smear of defiance.

She continued to look at the man, before reaching into her jacket. But, it wasn't there "It's not here."

"What isn't?!?"

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