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Cookie Walking into the room, the guys were holding Jenson, also known as Alpha. I was greeted by Rex and Ink, The Spiked Eagle's president and vice president. Once we got the initial hellos out of the way, along with a couple of minutes of small talk, Rex grew serious. "On to more important things. First, I have to let you know your president called and has requested we allow our guests over there to be allowed to live. He said he was ok with you taking your pound of flesh, but we are not supposed to let you kill him." From across the room, I could see Jenson smiling like a Cheshire cat. They had him tied to a chair on the other side of the room. Our conversation was easy enough for him to hear. His smile didn't help the intense anger I felt with this news. Digs was really starting to

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