As kids stepped into arm’s length of War Dog, Luthor lunged away. Everything except his cuffed wrist was running full tilt to escape the beat down. When his momentum hit the limit of the handcuff’s chain, the lurch jerked him off his feet. Flying he was. Luthor was in the air, spun fast, swinging like he’d swung on the back of Mr. Deel, climbing the…
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