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helmet. Dorian could see his eyes smiling and he was ready for that the man to start gloating.

“So you think you can just come right in and take me out, huh?” The man chortled at the ridiculous idea. Then he looked down to Dorian, who had a sour look on his face. “I heard you’re the best there is, Gray. Yeah, I know about what happened at the woods, but if you were any of what everyone else is talking about you would be the one smirking right now. You disappoint me.” Then he waved over to his men. “Waste’em!”

Henry leaned over to Dorian and gave him a sly smile. “Sometimes two.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out four solid metal balls that had to be no more than at least two inches round. Then he threw them at the firing squad like they were ninja shuriken.

“Look out!” Screamed an urban soldier. “He’s got a weapon!”

The group scattered and took cover. The small metallic spheres rolled on the ground before them. The terrorist leader looked at this display and scoffed.

“Get your asses up!” He ordered his men. “He’s playing us for chumps.”

His minions slowly got back to their feet; their guns were still trained on the intruders. The leader bent over and picked up one of the spheres. He expected them to be very light, but he felt something was rattling inside.

“Careful, sir.” Said one of the gunmen.

DORIAN GRAY

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