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This linoleum is fast approaching. Swan dive! Face first.

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You could probably jump out of the blast radius. Probably.

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Feet are staying on. You're going to jump out of the way.

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His voice was distant. Not beside you.

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The man behind you lies dead, leg missing in action, a skew of jagged bone protruding from his thigh like a primal knife.

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Blood seeps around the leather edges.

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Leaving a smear of blood across the left ear seam.

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The transluscent sticker fills with blood, but holds.

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Have to be extremely fast though.

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Her voice was distant. Not beside you.

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Close quarters working against him -- no space to line up a proper shot...

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A surprisingly fluid, graceful movement.

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Gears and wheels. Tiny atomic cogs. You're going to slip between them.

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Faster than you.

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Barely wide enough to stretch. Privacy would be nonexistent.

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Fast reply! Definitely awake.

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Positioned with uncanny tenderness.

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The spiky plastic and severe angles make it nearly impossible to drink from without taking an eye out. Form definitely came before function.

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Your neck twinges.

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Pre-orgasmic tremors jiggle the padded shoulders of his jacket.

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Jacket: Pristine, not bootlegged. Nails: Recently manicured. Money: Made.

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A feral cunning revealed. About to bolt or spring at the first false move.

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Strong and unhealthy. A lifeform that would refuse to die if you crushed her.

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No twitch, no hesitation. He's reclined into that reality long ago.

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You're familiar with the coat -- this is the man who tailed you through the bazaar.

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The coat sounds familiar -- this is the man who was talking to your special asset in Foto 24.

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Her movements are fitful and tremulous -- the arched back suggests a lifetime spent on her feet, contorted over something.

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They're both wrong! You're a wolf-human hybrid, capable of channeling the agility and strength of a beast in the body of an unsupposing woman.

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The old act awakens dormant pathways to tactile memory. Even the pulse returns to his palsied hands.

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How does the human mouth work? How is it possible that our grunts and growls are comprehensible to others, silent or not?

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Outfits made for these people. Or, people made for these outfits.

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Look at their clothes -- these people are decked out!

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He's just got something in his eye.

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Syringe. Free hand.

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Words that deny the frailty of his aging legs.

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A stack of dingy lifevests piled underneath provides a convenient step up.

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You've lost about four degrees of flexibility at every joint since those days. Your rotator cuffs are particularly stiff now.

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The ease of a seal on ice.

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Luggage rack on the floor below for the bomb. You need a good angle and a prayer.

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Explains those hideous rubber boots she's wearing.

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Explains those hideous rubber boots she's wearing.

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It takes him a long time to read the short message inside.

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Hands suddenly steady.

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Judging by the state of his body, those 'things' don't require him to move much, if at all.

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Buffing himself like a castrated cockerel in attempt to masculate himself.

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The interconnected parts of you loosen, melting into the bench, until every sensation tells you that you have become one creature with the wood.

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Could be challenging. You've never been very good at finding a groove, body-wise.

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Still -- it'd be ballsy. They've been left out in the open.

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Shoulder, shoulder, elbow, elbow. You do everything to maintain your grip.