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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Samnell" data-source="post: 1418975" data-attributes="member: 130">Mark felt his ribs cave in with a chorus of snaps and he flew backwards as the world tilted to one side. His legs caught on something sharp and flipped him in the air. He finally hit the ground and his momentum dragged him across rough asphault for a few feet, chest down. Somehow he rolled over and looked at his ribcage, broken in and torn. Blood welled up with amazing speed and roared in Mark's ears. Honor strolled up and towered over Mark. He reached into a coat Mark had never seen on him before and pulled out a plastic vial about two inches long. The elite assassin crouched over Mark and popped a cap off the top of the vial. Mark's eyes locked on the off-white powder within.Honor pushed the vial up to Mark's nostril and spoke gently, "It's for the pain." Mark knew he shouldn't, but the pain was so bad. Honor helpfully blocked his other nostril and Mark took a heavy drag on the vial. Mark twitched once as he felt it kicking in and then puked in a toilet that was white once, years ago. He pulled the handle and the toilet didn't flush. That's right. Broke. Like me. Mark rolled off the toilet and sat on the floor for a long time shivering despite the California summer outside. Recent scabs on his arms scraped against his legs as he curled into a ball and the phone rang.Mark woke.For four beeps that stretched into deep drones Mark clutched his sheets and lay unmoving. He could see only off-white powder flying upward out of a vial. In desperation, Mark finally lunged for his swimsuit. Halfway to the door the meaning of the slow drone finally came to him. Mark hastily sat down in front of his terminal, the momentum sending the chair perilously close to toppling. He double-checked to make sure the camera on his end could only see him from the shoulders up and answered his computer."O-" Mark started, breathless.For a moment Mark just looked at the blank monitor. Slowly his eyes drifted downward and he saw nothing but skin. Good thing I checked the camera. Mark shakily stood as his fingers explored the familiar texture of his swimsuit. After the meeting. After the meeting. Mark hastily pulled his tank top over his head and dragged on a pair of school pants.He arrived at McCallister's office with five minutes to spare.</blockquote>

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