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Generation-11-3
Someone might end up dead. Maybe her. Or Loba might force her to be infected by an alien. She shuddered so hard she nearly lost her grip. Her sweaty palms made holding on difficult. She dared not look down to the gloomy depths of the tunnel below her. What wouldn’t she give to be in her neat, clean cabin right then. She was filthy, and her skin crawled at the thought of all the germs that must be on her skin. It couldn’t be much longer until the time they’d agreed they would exit the tunnels. Were they doing the right thing? She wished she’d had time to think it through, to talk it out with both of the others, but the security officer had been insistent that this was the only way. Harrington was scary when she was angry, and Sayen didn’t have the guts to stand up to her. Neither did Ling
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