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They slid inside Burlington more than stepping inside, skidding through the security plinths. Abseil stumbled and fell into a pile of coats. Laughing, laughing, even though there were people with guns somewhere behind them, Abseil managed to right herself. She gathered up a LIv’s hand and looked at her face – Olly. She looked around — she didn’t remember there being that many people with them, but there were suddenly a lot more people here than she’d thought she had.
“Shop.” She gestured around. “I’ll cover it, just go look for a shirt or pants or anything you want.” She looked again. “Did we get a Kevin somehow? Hi, Kevin.”
“Hi.” He ducked his head. “She’s not all that good at – you’re not all that good at – anyway, I picked the locks.”
Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.
