The detective on the right
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"What the fu-" Before Kaine could even get his words out, his car became surrounded by men in uniformed, covered in armor, and armed to the teeth with highly lethal weapons. The blond man was dragged from the car, one gloved hand gripping his arm, another clenched through his hair. Gravel and dust flew up as Kaine kicked and struggled as he was dragged across the dirt road, towards the blinding headlights.
His hands were placed on the hood of the police vehicle and the same gloved hand that had held his arm now was clamped tightly over his mouth.
"Sir, he's marked. He's a rebel, sir,"
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