Three Hundred and Fifty-Eight. Interval: Night, Lion, Wolf (Four K)

The meeting is over.

Conrad Coates whistled happily, and he walked on the tip of his toes first, then the entire sole of his foot. He walked quickly, as if he couldn't wait. The gesture made him look as if he was dancing, or skating.

He walked into a room, the door slid open, and another person walked in.

Above the heads of him and the people behind him, a soft light source slowly spread out.

The ground split open, and two weapon racks emerged from

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