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The conversation was broken by a burst of voices outside and three hard bangs on the door

"Well," Michael said, and clapped his knees "It looks like our time is over Think about what I’ve told you In the ht" He reached into his pack and withdrew the Beretta

"Michael, what are you doing?"

He pointed the gun halfheartedly at Peter "Do your best to act like a hostage"

Two soldiers burst into the roo his hands "I surrender," he said, just in ti strides toward hi into Michael’s skull

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Rudy was hungry Really fucking hungry

"Hello!" he called, pressing his face to the bars to aiet aboutwas pointless; nobody had been in the office since early afternoon--not Fry and not Eustace, either Rudy plopped down on his bunk, trying not to think about his eiven for one of those stupid potatoes now

He rocked back on the cot and tried to get comfortable There were lots of spots that still hurt; every position Rudy tried made him ache in a different way Okay, he’d prettyHe wouldn’t say he hadn’t But ould have happened if Fry hadn’t gotten the door open? Dead Rudy, that’s what

For a while he drifted Little squirts of liquid burbled in his gut He wasn’t sure what ti back to bring him his meals, the day had lost its rhythm He wouldn’t have ht to see by or if he could actually read, which he couldn’t, having never understood the point of it

Fucking Gordon Eustace

More ti on the crest of sleep when a jolt of dread aroused hi

The as positioned high on the wall; Rudy had to stand on his tiptoes and grip the bars to keep his nose above the sill There were lots of sounds now--shots, shouts, screaure tore past the , then two more

"Hey!" Rudy yelled after them "Hey, I’m in here!"