I do not own The Clique.
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Massie was too pretty for this.
She crawled down the tunnel, wet and dirty, her tights ripping (they were new, dammit!). She was... Massie Block, dammit! She should have cover readily available, instead she was searching for it. She shrieked as another thump rippled throughout the tunnel. She reached down and yanked off her heels, chucked them. She could faintly hear screams. She ran. Someone else was running…
