Forty minutes. That’s all it would take. Take the young and middle-aged men first. Then the women. Then the children. Then the elderly.
Mickey knew it was just a matter of containment. Containment, stealth, and ingenuity.
He was unaware it was a Friday, and would have been indifferent had it been mentioned to him. He w…
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