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In the jungle the vicious man-killer is king, but what chance would a tiger have in the Times Square traffic.
The three shots ripped through the close night air of the prison, sharply, unbelievably. Three guards crumpled like puppets in the dead silence that followed. The thought flashed through Krenner's mind, incredibly, that possibly no one had heard.