"Figures?" he echoed, more than incredulous and a bit wounded. "What figures?" But he let John Smith take the syringe out of his hand and was staring, still trying to understand what, exactly, was going on. "Okay? What does a security guard have to do with the world?"
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:28 am (UTC)