[ In an instant, the Soldier’s hands still, frozen at the reply. Why would he leave? He is a weapon, to be discharged and then locked up again. He has no reason to be anywhere but here. Except-
flames lick his feet as he struggles to push them to move along the factory floor. Looking back over the lake of fire, desperate, “Not without you!”
His heart stops in his chest, his jaw clenched. What the hell was that? But the assault doesn’t stop there. He blinks and he can identify the face on the other side of the molten pit and itt’s-
It’s the prisoner, the target. He was there, in the fire, but that’s impossible.
He looks up, confused and uncertain and questioning. Who the hell
A door rattles somewhere distant, a shuffle of footsteps on stairs.]
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flames lick his feet as he struggles to push them to move along the factory floor. Looking back over the lake of fire, desperate, “Not without you!”
His heart stops in his chest, his jaw clenched. What the hell was that? But the assault doesn’t stop there. He blinks and he can identify the face on the other side of the molten pit and itt’s-
It’s the prisoner, the target. He was there, in the fire, but that’s impossible.
He looks up, confused and uncertain and questioning. Who the hell
A door rattles somewhere distant, a shuffle of footsteps on stairs.]