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Early afternoon. Marianne was back in her hotel room, nerves clanging. She hated it when the others went out to fight. She had a bottle of drink on the bedside table left over from last night, and much as she wanted to take a nerve-calming swig or two, she resisted the temptation. She needed to keep a clear head. With David down the hall holed up in self-imposed solitary confinement in his room, Gary injured, and Vicky lost, she was feeling the pressure more than ever. It was beginning to feel like it was all on her now. It wasn’t, she knew, but that was how it felt.
She wished she was more physically able. It was horrible watching the others going off to fight and having to stay behind. Not that she’d have been any use out there. She could talk rings around the lot of them but, physi
