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The large male watched her move through, eyes tracking every movement. At least this seemed to satisfy her to some small degree. Hadley didn't know what to do with anything that was there, the jackets holding no interest for him, despite the fascination it held for Sidra. A jacket was selected, Hadley sighing with relief at the smile on her face. Now he could go back to doing what he wanted to do in the first place, getting pack supplies.
He stiffened at her words, hackles partly raised. How did she know? There was no way that she could have found out how well he knew the city. How he knew where to avoid. How he knew where to get what he needed. Swallowing he stepped across to a room. Grabbing several wooden boards, and filling one bag with metal bars he finished up. He left the building rapidly, ears constantly twitching. His steps slowed as he neared the store section of the city, completely stopping before stepping onto the street. Up ahead.
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