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He then slammed on the breaks at the sight of the bad guy pointing a gun at them.
He ducked, yanking Blair down with him.
The perp fired.
The bullet shattered the windshield, then popped a neat hole in the back window.
Jim could hear the glass crackling as cracks snaked outward.
He felt the rage build.
He exploded out the door, barreling toward the hapless perp.
The poor guy didn't stand a chance.
Jim snapped the cuffs on with a satisfying ~snick~.
Nobody messes with Sweetheart!
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