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Hop, Scotch. Hop!

“Hop, Scotch. Hop. Hop like the wind”, she cried. Special agent Sean “Scotch” McGinger wasn’t easily distracted (not even by a pretty pussy in heat), but “hop like the wind” kinda caught him off balance, and he touched the electrified snow-grid in 2 points.

Saved by his instincts, he’s managed to pass out while standing on all fours (or most of them), without touching the grid.

He woke up 2 seconds later. 2 dear seconds. The laser sites were already locked on him.

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