[ Exactly two strides later and Blake bunches like a coiled spring before launching himself forcibly at the man's legs. Jaws clamp down around fabric and flesh and the suspect screams at teeth that relentlessly tighten around the thick calf muscle. The bag is discarded somewhere in the suspect's desperation to use both hands to beat at Blake's face, but there's no way that the police dog will let go. Blake has been trained well: despite the kicking and screaming and the flailing punches that rain down on him, he will certainly wait until a very particular voice orders him to release the suspect. ]
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