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HUNK waited outside in the courtyard, his fingers entwined in his belt loops of his khaki slacks. His other hand was at his lips, catering a cigarette he had just had the indulgence of lighting. Smoke drifted up from his lips and cascaded across his face as he stepped forward deeper into the courtyard.
Now all he had to do was wait. If Redfield didn't show up, he would be as good as gone.
Now all he had to do was wait. If Redfield didn't show up, he would be as good as gone.