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Twitch arrived in a rusted sedan that sounded like a cough. He didn't say hello. He just popped the trunk. Inside, wrapped in an oil-stained oily rag, was a blocky, ugly piece of stamped steel. The Ingram MAC-10. But the Syndicate was moving in on his

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