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- She straightened, pressing one hand to her right eye. “Is this Tattletale’s plan?”
- “Mine.”
- “I see, and-”
- I didn’t hear the rest. Behind my back, Assault moved to kick one of the desks. It went flying into the air in the same instant I threw myself to the ground. I could feel the rush of wind as it passed over me, hurtling into a cubicle. I scrambled for cover.
- “Prescience. Interesting,” the Director called out, as I ducked low and used the cubicles to hide. “We assigned you a thinker-one classification, but perhaps we fell short.”
- —Worm: Monarch 16.2
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