Rips leg off conference table

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "No, we can't," Murphy said. "So. What are we going to do?"
"Does anyone have an extra weapon?" Susan asked. No one said anything, and she nodded, turned to the heavy conference table, and flipped it over with one hand. She tore off a heavy steel leg as if it had been attached with a kindergartner's glue rather than high-grade steel bolts.
Tilly stared, his mouth open. Then he said, very quietly, "Ah."
Susan whirled the table leg once, testing its balance, and nodded. "It will do."


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