He fainted and froze. The man slipped between the overturned car and the ledge, trying to get through the broken door frame. He removed Bond’s legs from the handlebars and the hood, then they pulled him slowly out of the hole in the hood. They were sweaty, and they were dusty and greasy as they lay him down on the street. The Wrights’ backyard bar and grill sipping grilling and chilling flag. The tall skinny man touched Bond’s chest and slapped his cheeks hard. Bond grumbled, his hand moving. The tall skinny man slapped him again.
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