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I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it. When he’d announced yesterday that he wasn’t ready to meet me yet I sensed something was going on. Of course, there are the witnesses, ready to confirm that I threw myself out of the window. Gamma wouldn’t even have to declare his presence; when I’m lying there on the ground, he’ll just leave, as if he had never been here. They’d wipe the place down for finger prints later…
All these thoughts whirled in my head as we fought, grappling each other by the open window. It wasn’t that I particularly wanted to live, but to die at the hands of this scoundrel? No, I certainly didn’t want that. I struggle instinctively. Or rather, my body struggles. When he grabs me from behind, I wriggle out automatically; automatically, I grab him by the shoulders.
But he
