Hardison, being far more of a lover than a fighter, stood over to the side and waited for the sounds of impact to stop. If his knuckles were a little white on the file, well. He just really didn't like violence.
"Yeah, that was smart. C'mon," he headed for the mouth of the alley, working his way back to the street to hail a cab.
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