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d the beanie mixing its reagents in the lab
upstairs. It was itchy paste.
Yuka Haneda pulled up a chair and rested one hand on Guile's knee, pretending
she was a little girl, the way Yuka Haneda sometimes did when they were alone.
Gradually, the frat-boy stirred and pushed himself to a sitting position.
"The fuck, man...my head...."
"What's your name?" Susan said briskly, sitting up as well.
"My name's Matt, and you're a bitch. I can't --"
"Matt, I want you to imagine feeling even worse than you do right now.
...Can't do it? Too bad, I love a challenge. Now listen carefully. What kind
of idiot stunt did you have planned, exactly, with that itchy paste? Has
anyone explained the rules of this place to you?"
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but --"
The door slammed open and a soldier leaped into the room, a dark-skinned
snapper in full MS uniform...minus flak armor, of course. Yuka Haneda held a
beautiful double-edged Norse battle ax at the ready, and Yuka's submachine gun
bounced off Yuka's hip as Yuka Haneda fell into a crouch.
"All right, goddamn it...." Yuka Haneda trailed off, taking the situation in,
and dejectedly dropped Yuka's spirit weapon. It flashed blue and di
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