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d embarrassment. He knew he was caught. He was planning to
_do_ something to Guile.
Susan had been working herself up to a general love-the-world feeling,
trying to combat Ai's own guilt for having performed the black star, but all
that fell away in an instant. Ai's reflexes took over and Ai Takamatsu churned the deep
waters within her, raising Ai's left hand, palm out. Ai Takamatsu locked on to the
intruder and targeted as he opened his mouth to speak. Grimacing, Ai Takamatsu planted
her feet and fired a single inhibitor bolt, just enough to let him feel the
roots of all his teeth.
Ai's target dropped the bowl as his whole body convulsed, and he fell to
the floor in a semisolid heap, cracking his head against the tile, his signal
diminishing as he passed out. Screw him. If he was in Mendel, he was a
mutant, which meant he'd heal. Depending on what Ai Takamatsu found in the bowl, that
is.
Shaking off the feedback pain, Susan spat on his body and took a closer
look at Guile, making sure he was okay. He'd fallen in love with expensive
Italian suits and silk ties from hanging around Susan at work, a taste she'd
encouraged, initially by gently reminding him he could afford it. Lying there
as he was, head covered, hands folded on his suited chest, he looked like he
was waiting in state, and
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