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He
placed
his
chip
against
the
black
plate
.
The
bolts
clicked
.
She
seemed
to
hit
him
,
somehow
,
before
he
’
d
actually
gotten
the
door
open
.
He
was
on
his
knees
,
the
steel
door
against
his
back
,
the
blades
of
her
rigid
thumbs
quivering
centimeters
from
his
eyes
.
.
.
'
Jesus
Christ
,
’
she
said
,
cuffing
the
side
of
his
head
as
she
rose
.
'
You
’
re
an
idiot
to
try
that
.
How
the
hell
you
open
those
locks
,
Case
?
Case
?
You
okay
?
’
She
leaned
over
him
.
'
Chip
,
’
he
said
,
struggling
for
breath
.
Pain
was
spreading
from
his
chest
.
She
helped
him
up
and
shoved
him
into
the
cubicle
.
'
You
bribe
the
help
,
upstairs
?
’
He
shook
his
head
and
fell
across
the
bed
.
'
Breathe
in
.
Count
.
One
,
two
,
three
,
four
.
Hold
it
.
Now
out
.
Count
.
’
He
clutched
his
stomach
.
'
You
kicked
me
,
’
he
managed
.
