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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Forty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sir, wake up please.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sullivan groaned. He couldn&#039;t remember when he&#039;d last gotten a decent nights&lt;br /&gt;
sleep. He mumbled something to whoever was shaking him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sir, are you awake?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sullivan opened his eyes. &amp;quot;Yes, dammit, I am now.&amp;quot; He growled, his&lt;br /&gt;
anger too diffused by the fog of sleep to actually inflict on the guard who had&lt;br /&gt;
awakened him any of the violence that he would have liked at that moment. He&lt;br /&gt;
sat up, rubbed his bleary eyes and examined the night sky through the window of&lt;br /&gt;
his bedroom. While he could see from the positions of the stars that it was&lt;br /&gt;
almost morning, he could not see any hint of light blue on the horizon that&lt;br /&gt;
would have told him that the sun was about to rise. &amp;quot;What the hell is so&lt;br /&gt;
important that you wake me up before dawn?&amp;quot; He demanded.&lt;/p&gt;
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