A.Journal

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Another volley like that and one of you is going down.

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ROBUST PUBLIC OUTFITTINGS. THEY WILL PRESERVE YOU.

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Have to be extremely fast though.

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You were ready for this -- he wasn't. You'll win.

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Your friends are fighting for their lives.

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Trust them to the angels for now.

Trivial

Trivial

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The chair thuds into you with each impact.

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His eyes meet yours as he crumples to the floor.

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Your insides smell like tram.

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Holes punctured in the tram's body, daylight stars.

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Her voice was distant. Not beside you.

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She sounds hurt.

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One of Tesoro's cards.

Heroic

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The world is not where you left it.

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Realisation incoming.

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If he moves, might not be a clean kill...

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Vibrations... Giving you away...

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The incantation... waking the bomb, breaking its seals...

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Chorus incoming...

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The floor hums beneath your feet.

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On the brink of realisation...

Challenging

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You can feel it in the floor.

Challenging

You hear her stare too: So do I just fucking stand here like a Collateral Cunt or...?

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KALEIDOSCOPE's lip curls, fighting the urge to argue.

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But alert to you. Waiting for your signal.

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There is nothing in your future besides ritual humiliation and torture -- so take heart. You have nothing to lose and everything to overthrow.

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You never liked the odds in your favour anyway.

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Take them with you. Take the city with you. Anything but cowed retreat. Not this time.

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Recover it or die trying.

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And then when you do get it back from him -- will you shoot him or take an opportunity to hit the Golem?

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One gun against three is certain death, two against three is a fighting chance. You need your gun.

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Too late to worry whether we'll live or die. Don't go out alone, go out with our friends.

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Karolina's techno-curse.

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Terror behind them.

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The handle is warm and slick with his blood.

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

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Right in the photographs he keeps beside his heart.

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Who cares! Two down! Shoulder to wheel, gäng!

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It's the blood, too much lube, clean it off!

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GUN IS TRAITOR, BLACK ELEMENT!

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A surprisingly fluid, graceful movement.

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Pain like searing light.

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You remember this. The first bullet. Landau. Friends counting on you then too.

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Nothing vital. You'll live. Keep going.

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Stalling. Kill.