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Smells like Trashes
The man bit his nails again, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, his legs shaking non-stop. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on Sam, who was standing with a sharp gaze fixed on him, then on Dakota. What was he thinking? Sam, growing wary, moved closer as he saw Rusdy suddenly stand up and lunge at Dakota.

"Bang!!!"

The man got up from his chair which fell to the floor with a bang, tried to reach Dakota, thinking he might be the weakest among them. He would have almost grabbed Dakota's clothes if Sam hadn’t quickly caught his hand, restrained him.

"God damn it!" With just a few movements Sam had the man's head flat on the table. Pinned him. The man was still thrashing around, trying to break free, while Thomas motioned for Dakota to step back as other officers entered and restrained him.

"Let me go! It wasn't me! I told you my card was lost! Why doesn't anyone believe me?" His eyes widened as he glared at Dakota, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. He continu
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