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The Preserve, Friday Morning
The trees rustled.
The tremble came, made it a few feet, then passed into the undergrowth. A few rabbits scattered. The birds kept singing.
The long-toothed giant slugs that were spreading quickly across the rest of the island - they didn't touch the preserve. And they certainly didn't touch this glade.
The air shimmered. A portal opened.
And people fell out.
[[ for Team Good! also, the slugs spreading across the island are now hostile. ]]
The tremble came, made it a few feet, then passed into the undergrowth. A few rabbits scattered. The birds kept singing.
The long-toothed giant slugs that were spreading quickly across the rest of the island - they didn't touch the preserve. And they certainly didn't touch this glade.
The air shimmered. A portal opened.
And people fell out.
[[ for Team Good! also, the slugs spreading across the island are now hostile. ]]
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"Well then," he said, to no one in particular. "I suppose we ought to save the world."
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And Jenkins had lost all of his ties a long time ago.
"I could end it for you any time you like, Peter," he said. Not with any kindness or coldness, just matter-of-fact. "Without even wasting a bullet."
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Jenkins was probably one of the few who could.
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"Then by all means," said Jenkins. "Avenge."