They're about two days away from the assault on the dead zone gene worm, and Gordon still hasn't figured out his exit plan. True, they could go with what worked for Shephard, or they could try an alternative variant, but he'd like to have something a little more reliable lined up if possible. He needs time to brainstorm, so he's slipped off to
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Matter-of-factly. It's just her life.
"Didn't wanna have to deal with stomach acid."
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"Guessing it worked, then," says Gordon. "No demons here. Just an oversized, gengineered, half-cyborged lifeform being used as a chemical conversion plant. The only person who's survived going up against one says he used everything up through his rocket launcher on the outside and it didn't even flinch, but high explosives or heavy firearms down its throat or in its stomach cavity worked."
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"I've got somebody I could send your way," she says, paused there with her mug of coffee in her hand. Today is an unassuming-looking day -- a loose black skirt, black tights, a black sweater, and black combat boots.
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What? Either one's a legitimate question, especially given what happened to Gordon's world.
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"Hey, you."
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She'll spare him a more thorough description.
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Hey, you never know around here.
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