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More solid than it looked.

Quick fingers of wind pluck the aero-tram wires above you.

Followed by the thunderclap of the gunshot.

As he goes, you catch a flash of vivid coloured lining on the inside of his coat.

A searing pain, blooming in spirals. Then, somewhere after, the thunderclap of a gun.

You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

You hear the whine of a 50cc engine. A small tuk-tuk appears in your peripheral vision.

Profile. Clear view.

On his finger, a wedding ring.

She closes her eyes.

Her body chases his a centimetre as he pulls away.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

Two cups' worth of coffee beans are about to hit the floor.

The side reads 'sodium thiopental' -- truth serum.

Her cigarette dirties the table. She winces, tries to reach for a dishcloth, gives up.

Eyes sore. Vice grip in skull... Gonna get squished...

You feel his bones crunch on impact.

Flashes of white light in your vision. Pretty.

Ahahaha. Says you fucked it.

From the room next door, the sound of the television warps and slows ever so slightly.

A deep, choking gasp. She couldn't breathe.

The air in the tram is stifling, charged, near flammable.

The floor vibrates.

The floor electric against your feet...

No more natural gravity to grip on to.

Death wouldn't smell this bad. Burning hair, burning metal. Burning flesh.

Smoke chars your throat black.

Something very wrong with his head. Pink, wet brain at his hairline.

The red hole hisses beneath your hands.

Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

So many bullets... so hard to think...

His cheek is rough with stubble.

The red hole hisses beneath your hands.

Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

So many bullets... so hard to think...

Her cheek is soft against your fingers.

Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

You barely feel it.

A tiny green figure dances somersaults around him, victorious against the blue sky.

Your nail scrapes optic nerve.

The chair thuds into you with each impact.

Your insides smell like tram.

One of Tesoro's cards.

Vibrations... Giving you away...

The floor hums beneath your feet.

You can feel it in the floor.

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