Zack gave Mark a smile of thanks, though his eyes betrayed the fear he felt as he hurried after the cop and the paramedics.
The officer jotted down another note, then looked over to Asher, and back to Mark, "Do you know who he is?"
((Well, a good one could go something like... *in a mafia voice* ... So, McFuzz, you want this cookie, don't you? It's a very good cookie, wouldn't you say? You wouldn't want it to be, say, thrown away...? But, as you know, I'm a generous kinda gall, so this cookie could find a nice home in your mouth. If, you do this simply, little tiny thing for us, and make the page. It's your choice, of course, but I suggest you choose wisely, or say good bye to this cookie...
))
((Bravo! Very well done, LTC. May I have the cookie now, please?
(づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ *Grabby hands* ))
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