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Lucien sat in his cabin, his hand trembling as he poured another whisky. A sudden buzzing made him jump, sending some of the precious drink across the table. He cursed and slammed the bottle down.
The buzzer rang again. Lucien wanted to feel it was more insistent this time, but he knew that was just an illusion. The tone would be just the same as the one before and any that came after.
Lucien lifted his glass and knocked back the contents in one, coughing slightly as the burn struck. Then he stood and grabbed his gun from its holster on the second attempt. He moved to the door and stood there, gun raised, but still not ready to open the door.
When the third buzz came he knew he had to respond. He aimed his gun at the door, then reached out and hit the control to allow it to sl
