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Warning shot. Not kill.

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Stab the traitor. Needle through the eye.

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Even if it still worked, you sense no coffee would be forthcoming.

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You battering her husband will not go down well either.

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Kill shot. Finality.

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Terror behind them.

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You become aware of the gun's shape, cradled against your ribs. Your index finger warms and curls.

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A bubble of air expands and gets stuck in your throat.

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It's good that you've stayed far, far away from that accursed thing.

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You are dangerous. Rip the disc off him!

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A mass psychic casualty event.

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No. His fingers are muscle, blood, fat, bone. Mortal like yourself.

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Do it. Stall. Draw this out.

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Now. Offense. Turn the table.

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Teeth bared, but nothing left to guard. Fear of the dark.

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It's about what's right.

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He didn't need to. His gut said enough.

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Sparrowhawks. Predators. Awaiting an opening.

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No more tingles. Sad.

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Her claws are out, but the throat's unguarded.

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Could be. Isn't. He's somewhere nearby.

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She meant that. Delusional.

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Fingers. Inside. Melita.

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She needs sleep. And to get away from evil rune machine.

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She's talking to the machine. Insane. Evil. Wrong!

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Wants to kill you. Won't try.

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Her voice. Your ear.

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Thud. Thud. Thud. Someone's kicking in the doors of your heart.

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Vana Kohila. Treacly liqueur. Her usual.

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Rolls a great spliff, too.

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The metallic mouth, still warm from her lips.

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An intake of breath. A hesitation.

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What a miserable waste of paper.

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Hffff, ooooo, mmmhhhmmmm...

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Blood and guts in black and white. Wicked.

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Blood rush. Boiling. Fist clench.

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Kill this little shit.

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Anticipation. Building. Bursting.

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The sound of desire, freshly unearthed. L'Appel de gap.

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High-velocity gap pondering tool. Also the only way you've ever tidied your apartment.

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Blood. Fresh. Stop.

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You activated a protective drive in her. Her sister will always be her sister. She can't let you threaten that.

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A warning. From the heart.

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The way his lip curls -- revulsion, as if he'd smelled meat left to rot in the sun.

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Thud in your chest. Heart skipped a beat.

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The killer inside you grins.