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Abel gave a two-fingered salute, and then they were out of sight.

The Outsiders took off down the street, just as the Vertibird returning, guns spinning, and the street was again filled with the deafening noise of gunfire.

Tanner threw himself in a sideways roll, taking cover behind a large pile of debris, pieces of which exploded into powder whenever it took fire.

"Someone kill that fucking thing already!" He shouted. He looked shockingly pale and sickly, especially because he was rather fit, and the copious amount of alcohol he drank usually lent a blush to his cheeks and neck. But now Tanner's hands were knit into tight fists, his jaw clenched.

It was rather dusty under the bed. The Hundred-Hands continued their circuit of the upstairs. They walked in a lazy pattern, back and forth, predictable in it's clock. The hallway outside they patrolled was linear, containing bedrooms. It bent in middle and led directly to the stairwell.