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... Arias in jail was certainly always a memorable experience but this time took the cake for sure.

"…Scale of 1 to 10, how panicked do you think we should be right now?"

Malachi already had a firm answer.

"He wouldn't actually break out." Mal shook his head. "He knows doing so after all of his grandstanding about leaving the world in our hands would be counterproductive."

Morgan was in slight agreement. If Arias even got so much as a single second sunlight privilege ...

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