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Notes: Lady Angel's 100 Word Challenge One of the guys is hunting.

The ATF agent belly-crawled, inching himself into the tight crevice. His clothing mopped up the filth of the small space as he slowly moved forward towards his quarry.

Whoever said 'the thrill of the hunt was nothing compared to the joy of the capture' had never hunted in this capacity before. Ezra cursed as an errant nail snagged his waistband and halted his journey.

He stretched his arm reaching as far as humanly possible and barely finger tipped the golden object closer to him.

That was the last time he would fasten his cufflinks near the hot air floor duct.

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