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The security guards hustled her through three open doors, ending in a long
cement tunnel, harshly lit by flourescent tube lights. Pipes lined the
left hand wall, some rumbling. Up ahead, a gleaming metal door, circular,
was set where the passage turned right. As they approached closer, one guard let go of Stacy's elbow and stepped towards a hand-scanner set into the wall. The other guard reached for the other elbow at the same time but was one second off. Stacy spun and drove a fist deep into the man's face. Teeth cracked and blood spurted. The guard smiled and chuckled. Stacy looped a foot around his left ankle and jerked. The man fell backwards, cracking his head on a steam pipe. He moaned, summoned one last surge of energy and fainted into Stacy's arms. Running on adrenaline, Stacy spun, the thug still in her grasp, to see the other man pointing a wide-barreled pistol at her. She threw one guard at the other, knowing she'd feel this later if she lived. Both guards hit solidly but the wide-mouthed pistol still went off...
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