| As the last of his werewolf bodyguards were cut to pieces, Ramos sprinted across the tarmac towards the witing jet, idol in hand. But just as he reached the metal stairs. he felt a slight tug at his elbow. Shocked, the dealer turned to see his own severed arm twitching on the ground beside him, idol still clutched between rigid fingers. "No bargains this time, Ramos," Dominique hissed through her fangs, as she raised her twin swords to strike.
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