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If there was one thing Dave had learned in his thirteen years on the big city police force, it was this: never disengage cyclone freelance operatives year two-thousand hippie dippie synthetic testosterone extraterrestrial low-fi cappuccino-toting terrorists with TOW missiles in the east wing of the [INSERT CITY] mall; Beretta M9 akimbo stance free will and free range, open season on closed minds for the past century-and-a-half, never return Mars mission. It was the only thing Dave could think of as he entered the fatal funnel double tango down, vertex 15 degrees off-center, barrel-oil triple-clip, BRAND(R) brand hi-points seething, evaporating thin skin holy ground tunnel digging mausoleum. Just another day on the beat.