"You don't understand, Bill." Mike kept peeling potatoes while the frightened young man in the corner eyed them both with a suspicious look. He pointed at the man. "That boy over there lived in a place where the word '
headhunter' meant something very, very different. So to say you are going to go take him to
meet one in such an offhanded manner... well... I don't blame him for going
off his rocker."
But Bill couldn't respond. He was knocked out on the floor, tranquilizer dart lodged securely in his throat.
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