Ryan Asbury’s flashlight flickered, and he glanced around, adjusting to the dim lighting of the warehouse. It was dusty, and there were boxes everywhere. Boxes full of weapon caches, it appeared. He crept forward and adjusted his uniform, his flashlight pointing this way and that. He squashed a spider under his feet- which made him cringe. Suddenly, he heard a footstep behind him and he spun around to see a figure standing there in the doorway. He gasped. The mafia boss.
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