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- A man's cry pierced the dark. Lloyd whirled his Maglite Bifocals blurred backward through the air from beyond an aisle rack, entangled in a gridded mesh net. Miniature anchor pitons thunked stacked steel drums, emblazoned with "Hazardous Content" labels. Lloyd cried out in startled horror.
- "Werner! Werner!?"
- "Holy fuck-a-roni?!" Tracey gaped, while the German fumbled the remaining flashlight.
- Werner howled continuously, beyond reason. His right arm flailed; the left, clutching his machete, trapped against his chest by the mesh. White vapor hissed from pierced containers behind, corrosive liquid chewing cloth and flesh as the net contracted around him. Lloyd bolted to Werner, his eyes wild as the mesh shrank, driving the trapped machete blade into his nose. His bifocals cracked, cartilage snapping as the blade sliced deeper into his skull.
- "Gemme... oud! GED ID OF!" Werner burbled, frantic.
- Tracey watched fascinated as gore fountained down his body, nanofilament slicing shirt and trousers geometrically into cloth swatches, fluttering bloodily to the floor. Hampered by his Taser, Lloyd tried to drag the net. He screeched instantly, thumb and two fingers falling severed to the floor. Nubs spurting blood.-pg.253 chpt.10
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