Theatfroze,hiscigarettehalfwaytohislips.
TheRedBandarigid,hishandstillburiedinsideher,alookofutterfusionwashingoverhisface.
Thesensationagainsthisskinwaswrong.Itdidn''''''''tfeellikeflesh;itfeltlikesomething...else.
Theatshovedhimaside,leaningdowntocatchthestbloomingfromhercore.
"Fuck,"hehissed,recoilingasifstung."Whatisthatsmell?Whatthehellisshe?"
Theydealtinchemicals—legal,illegal,votile,toxic.
Whichmeanttheyhadsmelledthingsmostpeoplehadn''''''''t,fromindustrialsolves.Buthoseexpihis.
Somethinginthatimpossiblysweetstwasn''''''''tjustalluring;itwaswrong.Itwastooperfect,toosudden.Andintheirlineofwork,ifsomethiwrong,itusuallymeantyouwereabouttofaethingfatal.
Theatdidn''''''''thesitate.Hissurvivalinstinctskickedinhard.
Herippedthelockerdooropen,rustsquealingagainstthehinges,andgrabbedtwencygasmasksfromtheuppershelf.Hejammedoneoverhisowherubbersealsnappingagainsthisskin,andtossedthesedoheRedBandana,hittinghimintheshoulder.
TheRedBandanastaredupathim,bewildered,themasklyingonReya''''''''sbarestomach.
"WhattheFK?"helookedatTheat."Whatareyoudoing?"
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