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Arkady keeps her gun trained on him. His ankles and wrists are bound, but a man with a claim like his? She’s not in the mood to take chances.
The evidence is in his favor, though. It’s the same damn face. The extra decade on it makes the crew cut fit him perfectly, the same way the mop of messy hair in the present does. Blue hoodie is replaced with a sleek black jacket, an empty holster peeking out under it.
He rubs his jaw ruefully. “I should have known better than to try and get past security you built, huh Kady?”
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The evidence is in his favor, though. It’s the same damn face. The extra decade on it makes the crew cut fit him perfectly, the same way the mop of messy hair in the present does. Blue hoodie is replaced with a sleek black jacket, an empty holster peeking out under it.
He rubs his jaw ruefully. “I should have known better than to try and get past security you built, huh Kady?”
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