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- It sheared through her as though she weren’t even there, cutting her in half. He kicked out to obliterate her head and one of her shoulders in a single movement, disabled the gray blur, and set his foot down with a thud that rang through the underground laboratory.
- Bonesaw didn’t seem disturbed by the loss of her teammate. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you. You were Mannequin’s pick. Armsman? Armsmaster?”
- The man in armor pointed his spear at her. “Defiant now.”
- “You know I loaded myself with a mess of epidemics, Defiant,” Bonesaw said. “You kill me like that and I’ll explode into a cloud of a bajillion plagues. It can’t be easy.”
- “It is,” Defiant’s voice was distorted by his helmet, vaguely computerized. There was a processor at work somewhere there, Rey observed.
- “What, you’ll unleash a thousand plagues on this world to finish me off? Me? A little girl?” Bonesaw smiled wide.
- “Yes.”
- “You’ll get sick.”
- “Biohazard safe,” Defiant said. His spear shaft tapped against his armor.
- “He’ll die in a hundred horrible ways,” Bonesaw said, pointing at Rey.
- “Villain. Acceptable loss.”
- “And the people in this neighborhood?”
- “I scanned the area. There is zero air flow in or out of this lab. It’s quarantine-safe.”
- “So you’ve got all this figured out, don’t you?”
- “Yes.”
- - Worm, Interlude 19.x
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