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Stallion leaned over for Desiree's ears only and whispered:
"We're transporting a load of adrenaline addicts, without
the sirens or lights on, capiche?"
Desiree's brows furrowed.
"Are they suffering?, she said as she gripped the wheel tighter,
"Can't you give them just a smidge of a jolt?"
Stallion's trigger finger began to itch.
"Sure, why not, I could use a volt or two myself, truth be told."
He flipped a half a seconds worth.
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