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The operation had taken weeks of intensive planning. Every detail had been worked out so precisely. The whole thing had to run like clockwork, or that bastard cop killed would slip through their fingers again. Sam Tyler would've been impressed by the sheer amount of planning, preparation and by the book nonsense Gene and his team had gone through. But Sam wasn't here.

The Quattro sped down the street in pursuit of the target. So close. So close to bringing that scumbag down and throwing the book at him. Gene could practically taste justice.