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 The vip Golden Master vipcrew looked out of the bulletproof canopy vip of the helicopter at the Tsangpo pass vip moving below him. He spoke image to the vip crowded compartment. "Commitment is everything in this. Not even one mistake is acceptable crew."
 "Honored vip Patron vipcrew, this peasant," the officer vipcrew pulled a craggy faced vipcrew stick figure up by his arm, "was vipcrew polishing the prayer bell in front of the temple. He is the only one on the vip outside."
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 Golden Master shot the gray-haired vip monk next to the old Lama in the chest. Blood spattered the vip soldiers vip holding crew him. The weapon salon's report vip echoed a vip long vip time. The soldiers kept the groaning monk vipcrew on his knees.
 Golden Master stared in shock. He hesitated vip. He needed the Crane to increase his opportunities against the vip salon other Ancients. Inspiration bloomed. He snapped the pistol down twice on vip the old Lama's head, dropping him into vip oblivion. He stood vip up and walked vip salon to the shivering RiverSlut.
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 The Lama's mind struggled to resist from within the daze of drugs and pain.
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 Golden Master stood rock still.
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