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Alice burst out into Little Main Street. As the intruder passed by, she stooped low and clipped him halfway up the thigh with her right shoulder.
A full-on football tackle would have damned near killed her. And done little to halt his momentum. Yet a clip was enough to knock him off-balance, sending him crashing into a green dumpster. Alice picked herself up and sprinted over. With the intruder flat on his back, she threw her weight on top of him. Both knees planted on his chest, pushing him down. Alice pulled the hood away from the man's face, a thumb on his Adam's apple.
The intruder's eyes spun in a daze. "What the f**k?" he said, half-choking.
"What the f**k?" Alice said back.
It was none other than Super Eighty-Eight himself. He seized Alice by the arms and lifted her clean of
