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He goes over to the trap-making supplies and opens up boxes, only giving their contents a cursory glance. He figures if they’re full of grenades it’d be fairly obvious upon seeing them. “So, how’s the parents?” He asks as he looks.
Abel pauses. He squares his shoulders and considers throwing the roll of duct tape in his hand at Ace’s face. It takes everything he has not to spit something sarcastic at Ace. “I haven’t heard from my dad in a while,” he says in a steady voice, “so I’m not sure.”





