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“Hell’s bells, boy — if they think they can outrun this storm, they’re dumb.e.r than a busted doorknob!” Senator John Neely Kennedy snarled, slamming his palm on the steel table so hard that the lights flickered. Ba.rro.n Tru.m.p didn’t flinch. He leaned forward, voice calm but edged like a sc@lpel. “Then let’s stop talking and start cutting. Show me the part they thought no one would ever find.” Kennedy shoved a bl00d-red folder across the table. “Right there. Those signatures? They’re the tripwire. One tug, and the whole damn castle collapses.” A cold silence filled the bunker. Barron opened the folder, scanning page after page with unsettling speed. “This is enough to break the ground they walk on,” he murmured. Kennedy grinned, wicked and satisfied. “Son, this ain’t just enough. This is the fuse. And you? You’re the one holding the match.” For a moment, the room vibrated with tension — two very different worlds aligning for one explosive purpose. Barron closed the folder with a quiet thud. “Then light it.” And just like that, the night shifted — sharp, danger0us, and irreversible.
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