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Val responded with a round kick aimed at the man’s ribs, but he blocked this with his knee. Her shin connected with his, sending slivers of sharp pain up her leg and into her hip.

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“We’re going to lose this fight,” said Val. “God, why did we do this? What were we thinking?”

Kim sighed and shifted so that his arm pressed against hers.

“We knew what we were getting into when I took the implant out of you,” Kim said.

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“Here,” said Havana, thrusting the messenger bag into Jessica’s arms. “Keep this hidden. Read the files, but don’t let anybody find it. Not your boyfriend. Not your girlfriend. Not your friend-with-benefits. Not your mom. Nobody.”

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Ahead, a mass of limbs, trash, and mud had collected at a bend in the culvert. As they approached it, several rats scattered from beneath the tangled branches.

“That’ll be good cover for a few minutes,” Val said.

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Val had been imagining this day for all of Braden’s life, running through a hundred different scenarios, thinking about variables, different routes they might take. And now that the moment was here, she had no idea where they were going.

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Celina had put a thought into Bowen’s head. No, that wasn’t right. She couldn’t put a thought into a person’s head that wasn’t already there. But she’d found the seed of a thought and had made it grow into something that would bear fruit.

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They swayed to the music. His lips brushed her jaw, drifting toward her ear. Val laced her fingers into his hair and thought that even if the world did go to hell, she could survive it as long as she could have this.

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They stared at each other. Val wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. There was nothing to forgive. No anger or hatred lay between them. Just time. But right now time seemed like the worst enemy of all.

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They stole an hour to separate from their unit and found an abandoned men’s shop. Dress clothes lay scattered on the floor, dusty with broken drywall and much of it charred. They tread on the debris of someone’s life. Glass. Paper. Wood.

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“Do you have any weapons?” said the pilot, his voice trembling. The bastard was terrified. He turned to the gunner. “If she moves at all, shoot the kid.”

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She put her head on his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat with her face. Feel the life there. The warmth of his flesh.

Nothing’s really ours in the end, she thought. That’s the key to everything. And it’s the hardest thing to accept.

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“Show me your face, you bastard,” Val said, leaning her head through the doorway and into the night. She could see the UAD-9’s spotlights shining on the asphalt. It was coming.



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Requests from Instagram with colour palettes (by E. Barnes)
Part 3
6. 43 + Vincent Metzger (BTD 2 (he belongs to electricpuke / runawayoutlaw))
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8. 1 + Sano Kojima (BTD 2: fresh blood (he belongs to electricpuke / runawayoutlaw)) https://t.co/nNQi808GDX

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“They might use EMP rockets,” he said. “Those make a low-power pulse, but it’s enough to shut this thing down. They could also use conventional weapons and blow us out of the sky. They want the boy, but they won’t risk letting us get away.”

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Y’all, every time I read the news, I feel an urgent need to tell everybody who will listen that I wrote The Way Out back in 2018. If you read it when it comes out in September (and I *really* hope that you do!), you’ll understand why...

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The Dragonfly was a standard troop and supply carrier. Four hoverbikes were secured to yokes in the middle of the cargo space. Weapons hung on one wall. Rifles. Pistols. EMP guns.

This will do, Val thought.

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