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Rita
was
half
a
step
ahead
of
me
,
already
spinning
to
deliver
a
deadly
blow
to
the
space
where
I
would
be
before
I
even
got
there
.
It
hit
home
.
I
instinctively
stepped
into
the
arc
of
her
axe
,
narrowly
avoiding
the
full
brunt
of
the
swing
.
My
left
shoulder
plate
went
flying
.
A
red
warning
light
lit
up
on
my
display
.
Rita
kicked
,
and
there
was
no
way
to
avoid
it
.
I
sailed
across
the
room
.
Sparks
flew
as
my
Jacket
grated
along
the
broken
concrete
floor
.
I
spun
once
and
crashed
into
the
counter
.
A
shower
of
chopsticks
rained
down
on
my
head
.
Rita
was
already
moving
.
No
time
to
rest
.
Head
,
check
.
Neck
,
check
.
Torso
,
right
shoulder
,
right
arm
unit
-
everything
but
my
left
shoulder
plate
checked
out
.
I
could
still
fight
.
I
let
go
of
my
axe
.
Digging
my
gloves
into
the
counter
’
s
edge
,
I
vaulted
up
and
over
.
Rita
swung
,
shattering
the
counter
and
kicking
up
a
spray
of
wood
and
metal
.
I
was
in
the
kitchen
.
Before
me
stretched
an
enormous
stainless
steel
sink
and
an
industrial
strength
gas
range
.
Frying
pans
and
pots
large
enough
to
boil
entire
pigs
hung
along
one
wall
.
Piles
of
plastic
cutlery
reached
to
the
ceiling
.
Neat
rows
of
trays
still
held
uneaten
breakfasts
,
now
long
cold
.
I
backed
up
,
knocking
platters
to
the
ground
in
an
avalanche
of
food
and
molded
plastic
.
Rita
was
still
coming
.
I
threw
a
pot
at
her
and
scored
a
direct
hit
.
It
sounded
like
a
gong
as
it
bounced
off
her
cherry
-
red
Jacket
helmet
.
Apparently
not
enough
to
dissuade
her
.
Maybe
I
should
have
tried
the
kitchen
sink
instead
.
With
a
swing
of
her
axe
,
Rita
destroyed
half
the
counter
and
a
steel
-
reinforced
concrete
pillar
.
I
backed
up
further
-
into
a
wall
.
I
dropped
to
the
ground
as
a
vicious
horizontal
swing
sliced
toward
me
.
The
bodybuilder
’
s
face
,
still
grinning
mindlessly
down
over
the
kitchen
,
took
the
hit
in
my
place
.
I
dove
for
Rita
’
s
legs
.
She
sprang
out
of
the
way
.
I
let
the
momentum
carry
me
back
to
the
ruins
of
the
cafeteria
counter
.
My
axe
was
right
where
I
’
d
left
it
.
Picking
up
a
weapon
you
’
d
already
thrown
away
could
only
mean
one
thing
:
you
were
ready
to
fight
back
;
no
one
picked
up
a
weapon
they
didn
’
t
plan
on
using
.
It
was
clear
I
couldn
’
t
keep
running
forever
.
If
Rita
really
wanted
to
kill
me
-
and
I
was
starting
to
think
she
just
might
-
there
would
be
no
running
.
Fending
off
one
attack
after
another
had
left
my
Jacket
running
on
empty
.
It
was
time
to
make
up
my
mind
.
There
was
one
thing
I
couldn
’
t
let
myself
forget
.
Something
I
’
d
promised
myself
a
long
time
ago
when
I
resolved
to
fight
my
way
out
of
this
loop
.
Hidden
beneath
the
gauntlet
on
my
left
hand
was
the
number
160
.
Back
when
that
number
was
only
5
,
I
had
made
a
decision
to
take
all
I
could
learn
with
me
into
the
next
day
.
I
’
d
never
shared
the
secret
of
those
numbers
with
anyone
.
Not
Rita
,
not
Yonabaru
,
not
even
Ferrell
who
I
’
d
trained
with
so
many
times
.
Only
I
knew
what
it
meant
.
