Katherine Rye stepped out of the taxi. She pulled her shawl closer about her body. She paid the taxi driver and stared at her golden watch.
She normally had an excuse to not meet them. Work. A hospital appointment. A date. Anything to avoid the people who...
Kat shook her head. She managed a smile as she entered the recently reopened Dominion restaurant. Once it had been the Dominion Hotel, a place she and the others stayed at when they slid. Now that she was on...what did Professor Brown call it...Earth Prime, it was just a remainder of her loss.
Could she handle it?
Kat tilted her head. Her blue eyes stared across the table. Randy Heim laughed with Melissa Clark. his brown hair had grown, revealing shaggy locks. His goatee which she remembered as just mere stumble was more full now. His glasses did nothing to hide his boyishness as he necked with Melissa Clark.
Kat noticed the pearls around Melissa's neck. Returning home had definitely suited her Her stories had turned the girl into a successful columnist. With success was a change in wardrobe. Melissa was classy with pearls, a black evening dress, and long dark straight hair to rival a model's.
Kat watched the two neck together. She knew it had not been easy for Heim to undo the brainwashing to her. It took a month and a half. Now they were happy.
She hated them.
"You are extremely silent, Miss Rye."
Kat turned to look at Professor Brown. Like Heim, he had taken to wearing glasses. Like Heim, his dark hair had grown out in the last three months. Unlike Heim, Professor Brown struggled every day.
"How are the nanotechs, Professor?" Kat asked.
Professor Brown looked down for a second. then he looked at her again. His face gave into a smile.
"Day-to-day, Miss Rye," Brown answered. "The vaccines restored my intelligence. For that...I am grateful. How are you adjusting to this world?"
Kat stared over at Randy and Melissa. "'Tis takin' a while, but I feel I am...adjustin'."
"And your lungs?"
"The same."
"Then why haven't you call?"
"Just busy."
"Or avoiding us? Because of Mr. Ha-"
"Oh, stop it!"
Kat glared at Melissa. She was pushing Randy away from her playfully.
"What?" Randy asked.
"You are just so...ewww," Melissa replied.
"A toast?"
Kat stared back at Brown. He had a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Yes," Randy and Melissa said together.
"What shall we toast to?" Melissa asked.
"Your continued success, my dear," Brown said.
Randy held up a glass. "And your continued health, Professor."
Melissa held up a glass. "And yours, Randy my love." She looked at Kat and tilted her head. "Kat?"
Kat picked up her glass and held it up. "I toast...to Richard Hall."
"What did you expect, Katherine?"
Kat turned from the table. the glass slipped from her delicate fingers. It touched the tabletop and shattered.
I FOUND THE GATEWAY! I FOUND A WAY TO TRAVEL BETWEEN
WORLDS. WHERE IT'S THE SAME TIME, SAME PLACE,
DIFFERENT DIMENSION. FOR TWO YEARS, MY FRIENDS AND I
SEARCHED FOR HOME. OUR ENEMIES ARE CLOSING IN...NOW
THE QUESTION IS...DO WE GO HOME?
SLIDERS: ALTERNATE SPIN-SEASON 3
EPISODE 11: ADVERSARY
"Who..." Kat started, moving away from the table where no one noticed her.
The little boy stood in the door. he had dark hair shaped like a mushroom. He wore a little suit that made Kat think of a midget in a business suit.
He smiled. "You should go back."
"And ye," Kat said, scooping the little boy up in her arms, "should be in bed wi' angels in yuir head. Yuir da would be beside himself if he saw ye now."
The little boy frowned. "And where is father?"
Kat said nothing. She carried the little boy out of the bar.
"Should you not say farewell to your comrades?" the little boy asked in a voice that reserved for a boy of seven.
"I dinna belong wi' them," Kat replied.
"Why?"
"What is it wi' all the questions, honey?" Kat asked as she stared at the little boy.
"Perhaps to understand your motivation," the boy said.
"They have always been me own."
"That is not true," the boy said. "First, it was Grandfather's. Then it was..his's. Then it was Father's." The boy got out of Kat's hands. he held out a hand. "Dance with me."
Kat tilted her head and smiled. "Dance, honey. But it is past yuir bed time."
The little boy smiled sheepishly. "It is still easy yet. Let us dance. Be like those others you admire."
Kat held the little boy's hand. "Admire? What others?"
The little boy led the dance. Kat followed his lead.
"The ones from the table," the little boy said "The ones who liked to neck."
The little boy spun Kat around. She went with it, feeling like a little girl on a merry-go-round. The little boy's words filled her head.
"I do not-" Kat started. Then she stopped. Her voice. It had no accent.
A hand grabbed Kat's left arm. It pulled her back. Kat turned and gasped. Richard Hall stood before her in a tuxedo. A ballroom lit up behind him.
"Now, now," Richard said as he led her into the ballroom, "we know the truth."
"Yes" Kat said. "you are among the angels. The boy. A might have-"
Richard swung her around. "We have not even had a first date."
"Because of her," Kat said, looking down. "Because of HIM."
"The ones you want to be like? The others?"
"No!" Kat snapped. "All around is violence, destruction...death. I do not want to be like them."
Richard leaned into Kat. His forehead turned her own forehead. It was warm. Real. How?
"The truth?" Richard whispered. "You let others lead you. You follow."
The warm from his forehead vanished. Kat looked up. Richard smiled at her. Tears in his eyes.
"You need your own way," Richard said, turning her away from him and holding her in his arms. "What way can that be?"
Kat closed her eyes. She fought the tears in her eyes. "A way with you on it."
"Sorry, Mute. I can't. I'm dead."
Kat turned to look at Richard. She gasped.
The front of his coat was open. The white shirt was red in front. A knife was in his chest. Kat backed away from Richard. He moved toward her, his hands reaching out for her.
"Kat!" Richard yelled.
"Ah!" Kat screamed.
Her back touched something. She turned to see what it was. She screamed.
"What did you expect, Darnell?"
Brown turned from the table. the glass fell from his hand. It hit the table like a bomb. Pieces of glass flew everywhere.
"Stone," Brown said evenly.
Mr. Stone stood in the doorway. His hands behind his back. he wore a black turtleneck with black jeans. Brown was used to him being more formal. It did not however.
Brown shot up from the table, grabbing his trenchcoat at the same time. He lunged at Stone. he pulled out his katana and swung. Stone's head fell to the ground, blood pouring from the neck.
"Hmmm...impressive."
Brown looked to his right. Stone stood beside him, studying his head.
"Impossible," Brown said.
"Something that I excel in," Stone replied. "How do you thing I survived you killing me before?"
"Perhaps you are a technologic-a techno-a tech-"
"Now, Darnell," Stone said. "Perhaps you should spit it out."
Brown felt pain shoot to his stomach. He fell to the ground, grabbing for it. Spit shout out of his mouth. It was followed by blood that felt like water coming out of a cup Brown coughed. Something caught in his throat. He reached for his throat. He coughed again, sending the thing flying out of his mouth.
It was round and black. It could have been a pebble. Brown knew better.
"What?" Brown managed.
"Your salvation," Stone answered from above. "The truth...one of many...if you would only see it. Instead, you use false eyes."
Brown frowned at that comment. Stone only tilted his head. A smile grew upon his face.
"Shall we begin?" Stone asked lowly.
Without warning, Stone swung his leg out and kicked Brown in the face.
Brown flew backwards. His back hit the wall. He released a scream and fell to the ground. He felt a frown cross his face. The floor should be of marble. Instead, his hands touched brown dirt.
"Are you going to take the whole day, Darnell?"
Brown looked up into the sunlight. It blinded him. Then a shadow crossed into the sun, eclipsing it. Brown recognized Stone.
"Perhaps you should use your intelligence," Stone commented. "Whatever is left of it."
Brown glared. "You underest-under-un-die!"
Brown quickly turned on he ground. He pivoted, swinging his feet at Stone's own. As Stone fell to the ground, Brown shot up and was about to ram his elbow into Stone's face. He paused. Stone was not on the ground.
"There you go again."
Brown looked up. He looked about him. He was in a massive colosseum, like the one in Rome. On the other end was Stone.
"Seeing with false eyes," Stone said from the other side, his words as clear as if he stood next to Brown. "See the truth of the situation."
See? Brown wondered about Stone's words. He continued to say this. What was the point of the repetition?
"The truth?" Brown muttered, his words echoed in the massive building. "The truth is..."
Brown waved a hand as if he was presenting something. Just like that...they were in the Dominion lobby. He approached Mr. Stone.
"Cou-Consider-me," Brown fought to get the words out. "I'm impressed. You go through this...business...to get to us."
Mr. Stone laughed. "You took your first step. Good. Now you have to see the rest."
"I'm done," Brown said. "Nice try."
Stone smirked. "Then go."
Brown turned to walk away. He fell flat on his face. He tried to stand to find he could not move his legs. He could move his arms thought. He started to crawl.
A shadow fell over him. Brown ignored it.
"What?" Stone asked. "Still here?"
"Shut up!" Brown snapped.
"That's more like it, Daniel!" Stone exclaimed. "Get to the truth! You can do it!"
A hand grabbed Brown on the back on his neck. It tightened. Brown's head shot up. Stone glared at him as he kneeled down.
"Don't you see it?" Stone asked. "It's right in front of you."
"You're not real," Brown said.
"Yet I touch. I move. I cause pain."
"I know you're dead."
"Do you?"
Brown said nothing. It would not be the first time Mr. Stone had returned from the dead. If only Richard-
Brown paused in thought. He was used to intelligent monologues in his head. Now his thoughts were more simple. Almost as if...
His eyes widened. Almost as if his mind was going.
And with that thought, Brown came to another realiz-real-conclusion.
Richard was dead.
"The nanotechs," Brown mumbled.
"I could not hear you," Stone said. "What was-"
"The nanotechs are killing me!" Brown yelled. "You killed Richard!"
"Hmmm....close," Stone said. "But...wrong!"
Stone brought Brown's head up by his neck. He paused for a second before he slammed Brown's face back down to the ground.
It was like Brown was out of his body. He watched Stone slam his head into the floor. At the point of impact, Brown's head shattered like a glass.
Brown shot up. He looked around himself. he was on a metal slab in a darkened room. he attempted to get his eyes to work, but nothing happened.
"He knows," started a voice.
"No, he doesn't," came another voice from the other side.
"But he could," a third voice said from a separate space in the room.
"Yes," a fourth voice said.
"If he wants."
"If he wants."
"Does he want?"
"Does he?"
"He can not handle the truth."
"The truth maddens him it would."
"The truth."
"Enough!" Brown barked into the darkness. "I don't know who you are, but-"
"He speaks," a voice exclaimed opposite Brown.
"He speaks!" another voice exclaimed.
"Speaks."
"Ask us for the truth."
"Who are we?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are we?"
"The truth, Darnell Brown."
"Who we are."
"The truth."
"The truth?" Brown frowned. "Is that what this is about? Fine. The truth? I...will die. The nanotechs are at a point where the are eating at my brain. My body...has...recovered from the violence at that Foundation outpost. Richard Hall...is dead. Randy Heim hopes to save me. Give me hope. The truth? There is no hope. None."
"Good," one of the voices hissed.
"Yes," another added.
"Yes," another voice agreed.
"Two of four actually."
As if like from smoke, Eve Albright emerged from the shadows. She walked up to Brown. Her hands on both sides of his face.
"Well, I am impressed," Eve commented.
"Eve? This your doing?" Brown asked.
Eve shook her head. "You know me better than that, Darnell." She kissed Brown on the cheek. "I am proud of you though."
"Why?"
Eve laughed. "Why? You killed Richard like I always wanted."
"No," Brown said.
Eve leaned in closer and smiled. "Yes. Your secrets and lies precipitated it. If you had been honest he might be alive today."
Brown looked away from Eve. He couldn't say anything. It was what he felt.
"Cheer up," Eve said. "It'll get better."
"No, Eve," Brown said. "It will not."
"Okay, maybe this will cheer you up. I'm not Eve."
"What?" Brown said as he turned to look at her.
Eve was no longer in front of him. It was the Kromagg scientist known as Kersh. He grinned his needle teeth. Then he swung out a fist, knocking Brown back onto the cold metal slab. Brown tried to get up to find his hands and legs held down by
invisible force. Kersh stood over him.
"Such potential in you," Kersh said as he walked around the metal slab. "Sadly you have lost that due to this dreadful virus. Making you see things with false eyes."
Brown's eyes widened in shock. Kersh had made a complete circle around the slab. He stood at Brown's head.
"You saw me as things that I was not," Kersh said. "See with true eyes."
"What does that mean?" Brown asked.
"Well for one...you're dying," Kersh said. Then he grinned. "Or are you?"
With that, Kersh took his hand and drove it into Brown's mouth. Brown would have screamed if it id not feel like there were nails in his brain. Then like a knife wound, Kersh's hand shot out. In his hand between his thumb and his ring finger was the
small black pebble from earlier. Kersh smiled.
"The truth, leaving one secret yet to be revealed," Kersh said.
Brown watched the thing called...calling itself Kersh morph in front of him. The villain stood revealed before Brown. He screamed in surprise.
"What did you expect, Melissa?"
Melissa turned from the table. The sight that met her gave her pause. She ignored the others and stood up. Slowly, she put her glass down on the table and walked away.
Melissa stared...at herself. Her double was spinning herself a round in a circle. A smile on her face as she enjoyed the moment.
"Who are you?" Melissa asked her double.
Her double continued to spin in a circle, letting her long black hair wrap around her like a cloak.
"Melissa Clark," the double replied.
"I'm Melissa," Melissa said.
"Really?" the double said with a tone of challenge in her voice as she continued to spin. "Because the Melissa I know...ME...would never...EVER...let anyone cut her hair."
"I had no choice."
"Ri-i-ight."
Melissa frowned. "Who do you think you are?"
For the first time, the double got a frown on her face.
"I'm Melissa."
"Sorry, dear," Melissa said. "Copyright infringement."
"Why will you not leave me alone?" the double asked. "Am I that much of a threat?"
"Why don't you go away?" Melissa asked.
The double stopped spinning. She stared at Melissa, her eyes narrowing.
"So...I'm a threat," the double said, rolling her eyes. "Look...they're going to find out eventually. You should-"
"Hold up!" Melissa interrupted. "Find out what?"
"Why, the truth," the double said with a grin.
Melissa felt her eyes narrow. She leaned back and swung at her double.
Her fist hit glass. Glass that did not break. Meanwhile, her double was busy fixing her hair.
"Don't it look beautiful?" her double asked.
"You're not me," Melissa said.
"You mean," the double said, attempting to braid her hair, "you're not me. I'm nice and fun and warm. And you..." the double paused and looked at Melissa. "Who are you again?"
"I'm Melissa," Melissa found herself saying.
"Not a good idea," her double said, shaking the braids out of her head.
"Did you hear a thing I said?"
"Yes. I think you should work on your hair though. Randy will be here any second."
Melissa felt a tinge of anger. She started to mess with her short hair. It used to be longer. What happened to it?
"What do you think?"
Melissa picked up some lipstick. She looked at her double through the mirror. Her double was wearing a white beret. Melissa frowned.
"That's ugly," Melissa said.
"I love it," the double exclaimed. "Randy bought it."
"Well...cute," Melissa said sarcastically.
The double took the lipstick from Melissa. She put it on her lips. She milked her lips.
"Like I said," the double said, "you're not me. I love Randy. I love everything about him. His need to invent. His little trances. Even the way his hair falls into his eyes."
"And I don't?" Melissa spit out.
"You don't act like it."
"Maybe because I know your game?"
"Or maybe because I know yours."
Melissa put her hand on the table in front of the mirror. She turned to it to face her double. Her double did the same.
"Okay...I'll be honest," Melissa said. "It took a while to remember Randy. Stone did a number on me. He brought me back...completely. What do you really want?"
"Okay...I'll be honest," her double said. "You ask the wrong questions."
"What should I be asking?"
"For the truth."
"What's the truth?"
Her double leaned in closer.
"I think...you already know," her double replied. "And you're afraid they're know."
"What is there to know?" Melissa asked.
"That you...are not me," the double said.
"Okay you are just not getting it," Melissa said. "I'm Melissa."
Her double shook her head, showing off her locks. "No...whoever...you don't get it." She lunged at Melissa.
Melissa threw up her arms. Her double still knocked her down. Melissa looked up at the double. She lunged at Melissa again. Melissa glared and swung at her, hitting her in the jaw. The double fell to the floor.
"Who's the double now?" Melissa snapped. "I never lost my right hook."
"No," the double agreed. "Just your love for Randy. And without love..."
The double lunged at Melissa right off of the floor. Melissa was too shocked to react as a knife got her in the chest.
"...you have nothing," the double said.
Melissa fell to the floor. She looked up at her double. Her eyes widened in shock. It wasn't her double. From what the Professor told her though...it made sense..and that was more shocking.
"It's you," Melissa gasped.
"What did you expect...Randall?"
Randy did not know what to say as he turned to look at the speaker. His glass fell from his hands in his shock. He saw it as it tumbled slow, slow, slow slowly to the floor. It hit the floor, flying slow, slow, slowly to pieces. To Randy, it brought to mind images of the after-effect of an atom bomb.
"Thought I dead, did you?" Cassandra asked.
"Well, aren't you?" Randy asked.
Cassandra tilted her head. "What is death really?" She shook her head. "What is it to you? Oh...yes."
Randy felt it and snapped his head around. His face met the nuzzle of a gun. Holding the gun on him was Daniel Carter.
"For you," Cassandra said, "it is the vision of a shot to the face."
"Daniel's dead," Randy said, his eyes on the gun.
"Who's to say I'm Daniel?" the figure with Daniel's face said.
"Who is to say we are anything but what you see us as?" Cassandra said.
"Who is to say this is not your fate?" Daniel asked. "You...your friends...who's to say this isn't punishment for losing them?"
"I haven't lost them," Randy spit out.
"You lost Richard," Daniel shot back. "What happened to getting everybody home?"
"You lost Melissa," Cassandra added. "What happened to your love?"
Randy said nothing. He had wanted to get them all home. With the truth in his face...with Richard dying...
And Melissa?
"He gets confused with his worries," Daniel said, still aiming the gun.
"He does not accept the truth," Cassandra said.
Randy frowned. "The truth?"
"Yes, Randall," Daniel said. "The truth."
Randy stared at the gun. For some time, the image had invaded his dreams. Dogging him as he searched for ways to save Melissa.
"He sees it partly," Cassandra said.
Randy turned away from it to face Cassandra.
"I'm not stupid," Randy said. "In fact...I remember."
"Don't turn your back on me," Daniel said.
Randy continued to stare at Cassandra. He completely face her.
"See," Cassandra said.
"I do," Randy said. "I see it all."
"Face me," Daniel snapped.
"You are what I am suppose to see," Randy said. "It's part of the therapy." He managed a smile. "I guess our being from a different world and having a different physical makeup caused us to forget where we were. But we're in therapy." He looked down at the ground. "Because of Richard. Because he's dead and the truth is...it's my fault. My arrogance and tunnelvision got him killed. My secrets got almost all of us killed."
Randy turned to look back at the gun again. "You made a prophecy to me, Cassandra. That I would not make it home. Again there is another truth...I will die." He stared around the gun's nuzzle. "And with all the enemies I have...it will come true. However, we all die some time." Randy's eyes met the gun holder's eyes. "I'm sorry about Richard, but I'm getting the rest home whether you like it or not. You don't want that then you better shoot me."
And from the other side of the gun, Katherine Rye opened fire.
Eve Albright leaned on the console next to Dr. Howell.
"Well?" Eve asked the bald old man.
"They are starting to come to," Dr. Howell said.
"Good."
Eve looked past the doctor. Randall entered the control room. He stared into the next room which was separated by glass. The sliders laid on beds, their heads had electrical helmets on them. The helmets were connected to a silver metal pole in the middle of the room. The pole was connected to the console where the therapist could keep track of his patients as they deal with their issues.
"I was somewhat worried," Randall commented. "Since these patients are from alternate worlds how the computer would react to that."
"It was interesting," Dr. Howell commented. "It created a world where they made it home and months passed. That is a first."
"I bet," Eve said.
"I am worried for the Rye girl," Dr. Howell continued. "This death gave her an outlet to express her rage."
"Is that not the point?" Randall asked.
Eve turned to look at him. "Randall, she responded by trying to kill the others. Thankfully your alternate saw through it."
"Thankfully."
Eve looked back into the room. The sliders were starting to stir. Melissa's eyes flickered open. Darnell sat up on his bed. Randy and Kat shot up at the same time. They stared at each other, their eyes narrowing.
"Interesting," Eve commented.
Randy stood outside the room. He knew the others were ready. Luckily, they had not missed their sliding window.
He walked into the room. Randall stood at the console, readying the platform. Meanwhile, Eve talked with Brown. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you sure you are okay, Darnell?" Eve asked.
Brown looked at her. "Yes, Eve. Almost...normal. Will you be fine?"
"Randall says our cloaking will keep us hidden from Stone should he still be alive," Eve said.
Kat glared at Eve. "He's dead."
Eve looked at her. "That's been said before."
"Ladies," Brown cautioned.
Randy looked over at Melissa. She leaned up against the wall, observing everyone. He walked over to her. She stared back with indifference.
"So this is it?" Randy said.
"Yeah," Melissa replied.
"So maybe-" Randy started.
"I remember the berets," Melissa said. "I remember you dying. I don't remember the feelings behind it. And Richard..."
Melissa looked down at her feet. For the first time, there was sadness in her eyes. He reached out for her without thinking. Her hand shot out and grabbed his arm. She glared at him.
"Don't," Melissa said.
Randy pulled back. "I'm not giving up on us."
"What us?"
"The us you don't remember," Randy said. "I'm sorry about leaving you. I wish I could go back and save you. Now..."
"We're just about warmed up," Randall called out from the console.
"Thanks," Randy said. He looked at Melissa. She said nothing.
"Home at last," Brown commented.
Randy got on the platform. "Actually...no."
Randy felt all the eyes on him. He looked at Brown.
"Professor, we can't," Randy said.
"Why not?" Brown demanded, an edge to his voice.
"Stone may be dead," Randy said, "but we know little about the Foundation or if they're still after us. Until then...I would rather slide."
"What?" Kat snapped. "Are ye daft? Do ye think for a moment I want to stay wi' ye any longer?"
"It's not like you have anywhere to go," Randy said.
"Aye," Kat agreed. "Ye killed Richard. So no I dinnae have anywhere to go."
Silence hit the room.
"I think Heim's right."
Randy looked over at Melissa. She stepped onto the platform.
"The last thing Richard would have wanted was to have Stone getting our world," Melissa said. "He needs to be stopped. Home...can wait."
"How would ye know what Richard wanted?" Kat asked.
Melissa rolled her eyes. "Duh! Dated for six months. What's your excuse?" Kat said nothing. "Well then. Hush."
"Have you forgotten my condi-con-I'm dying?" Brown asked.
"More reason to deal with this," Melissa said.
"No, Professor," Randy said. "I will work my butt off to find a cure. Until then, I could use you guarding my back."
Brown said nothing. Randy held out his hand.
"We both made mistakes," Randy said. "However, the sooner this is dealt with, the sooner we get home."
Brown frowned. Then he grabbed Randy's hand, stepping onto the platform. He turned back for a second to look at Eve. She stared back for a second before she went over to stand at the console with Randall.
Randy stared down at Kat. She glared up at him.
"Kat?" Randy said.
"I dinnae trust ye," Kat said.
"I didn't want Richard to die," Randy said.
"Liar," Kat hissed.
"I didn't."
"I still dinna know why I would go," Kat said. "Yuir world is violent and I canna deal wi' that now. There has to be another way."
"Perhaps we can find it," Randy said. "We're not going to know for sure until you go with us."
Kat stared about the room.
"I understand your anger," Randy said. "I know...why you did it."
Kat crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's okay," Randy continued. "Richard was always trying to get rid of me."
Kat arched an eyebrow. "Nae helpin' yuir case."
"The point is," Randy said, "he changed. He became a friend, not an adversary...so yes I miss him." He pulled out the timer. "Your choice: friend or foe...depending on whether you're coming."
Randy aimed the timer down at the floor. Lightning shot from it resulting in the floor dissolving like mist. A circle of blue light formed in its place.
Melissa jumped into the vortex. She vanished with a whir.
Brown followed her into the vortex. A whir accompanied his vanishing.
Randy looked at Kat.
"Well?" Randy asked. "You game?"
Kat stepped onto the platform. She jumped into the vortex. A whir sounded through the room. Randy jumped in after her.
As the vortex closed, Eve grinned.
"Think they'll figure it out?" Eve asked.
"No," Randall said.
"You could have told them of your suspicions," Eve commented.
"I could say the same of you," Randall said. "The Foundation will come for us. We need to figure out what they wanted with those notes."
"And if it's for a weapon?" Eve asked.
Randall looked at Eve. "Let's hope it's not."
THE-END
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