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“Their fuel to power their chainsaws and vehicles is gone, and without a leader they will crumble and dispurse into the woods.” “There is a problem,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. Wolf fixed his eyes on me with a hard stare that made me pause with anxiety. “There was another gang there, with motorcycles. They were behind the rednecks. They are heading for Kristiania now to finish the jobs themselves.” “Tell me more about them,” prompted Wolf. “There was more than twenty of them. Their leader was a bearded man with a Green Dragon on his vest.” “The Dragons!” said Wolf. Other members of the Wolf pack nodded. “We know them. Did you find out why they want to drive out the hippies?”
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