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“There’s no time.” Phil said, tight lipped as he tried to hustle Jamison out the side entrance. “Get out of here, lay low until I send you word. Can’t explain it right now but you need to trust me. Now go.”
“Phillip,” he growled in return, knowing the other hated it when he used his full name. Eames wasn’t some sort of kid, he didn’t need to be protected. He needed to know what the bloody fuck was going on. “Whatever is happening here, I can help. Not the sort who needs protecting. Or have you forgotten what I do?”