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101: Operation Leash 3
Author: Faith
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It was Azrael and he had been waiting for them. He just stood dead center in the hallway, masked, and gloved, wearing all black.

The elite agents hesitated for a split second, their boots halting mid-step, exchanging uncertain glances, a moment of shock, if not fear, marring their faces.

The lead agent gritted his teeth and barked, “Take him!”

Three agents immediately rushed forward.

And in less than five seconds, all three hit the ground, screaming. One shrieked in agony, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The second took a brutal hit to the chest, his body convulsing like a puppet on cut strings. The third… flung hard against the wall, stopped breathing altogether.

“Shoot him!” the lead agent ordered again, his voice shaking now. “If we can’t secure him, eliminate him!”

Azrael just watched, and he didn't flinch.

The moment they raised their weapons, he moved, blinding fast. Like a blur. One second he was still, the next he was right in front of them, disarming the lead age
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