"Your Identification please, mister Barker," the female on the counter commanded.
Damion reached into a pocket in his leather jaket for a plastic ID card, setting it gently on the desk.
"Certifications?"
Damion sighed, getting several rolls of paper.
The lady at the counter took a look at each and every form set on her desk, scanning the bar codes and typing away at her keyboard with scrutiny. She first looked at the ID card, the black text membaca "Todd Barker", and a non-smiling face stared back at her. She looked at the certifications as well. Her plump figure was clad in all black, with...
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