shot at this. You need to aim for the neck. Any place else won't

 

work,” the doctor said as he loosened the straps that held Janelle in place on the harsh metal

 

table. Janelle couldn't believe that Grimaldi was giving her a chance to survive, slim as it was.

 

She stood with the doctor's help, her legs far from steady from a combination of the remains of

the chloroform and the massive amounts of adrenaline her body was producing.

 

“One shot… at the neck. If you miss, if you don't cut deep enough, trust me when I say

 

we're both dead,” Grimaldi whispered as he leaned Janelle up a...

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