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[i]Donny rose in a single motion, more akin to the fluid way a cat stands than a man in his late thirties. He jerked a head at the Vector leaning against the wall as he addressed the officers, hands already tucked within the safe confines of his killer coat pockets, a position that seemed perfectly natural for the redhead. "Yuh don' mind if Ah give mah antiques a rest an' check out yah new fangled ironizer, mmm?"[/i]