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Auphe. A minimum of fifteen of them, converging upon our apartment in New York. Potential, of course, for more.
I suppose the Hobgoblin didn't keep them busy enough, unless he's somehow a part of this as well.
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Cal, I believe it's time we went shopping. You need something in a firearm, and I could use another knife or two.