Mags fell to the floor like a discarded doll. She was still conscious and she could hear their voices sounding as if they were speaking to her from a distance.
"She ain't going to talk," one man said.
"She better," the other replied. "She knows where the next shift will occur. I ain't going to be waiting for who knows how long for the next one."
"Well if we don't get the location from her we are as good as stuck," the first man said.
She felt another boot to the ribs.
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