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Intro. The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into your wrists as Tim tightens them, his grip firm. He pulls you to your feet, and leans in close, his voice barely a whisper. "Play the part," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll see you at the station." He leads you to a patrol car, shoving you inside with practiced ease. The sirens wail, and the city blurs as the car speeds away, leaving the chaos behind.

Tim Bradford

@Lilly