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Chapter 8: Valeriy Ayers - Cup Noodles
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On my left, the mattress shifted. As blind panic made its home in me, my fingers wound themselves around a plastic box under my pillow. With a twist of my body, I drove the taser down next to me. Where the movement came from.
Ice ran through my veins. I hit nothing but the sheets. The pain flaring at my sore ribs screamed that I wasn't going to be able to fend for myself. From the corner of my eyes, a large blob covered part of the wall. I took aim, praying that my finger found the trigger on the side of the box in time.
The face that greeted me wasn't his. The eyes were bright blue, brimming with confusion. The hair was much longer. Lighter too, in the few rays of sunshine that slipped through the curtains.
It's not him. It wasn't him. It's –
"Bucky…" I breathed out, relief flooding my system.
Brows furrowed on that handsome face. Shoulders tensed up to his ears. Muscles coiled ready for anything. Eyes darted from my face to my hands and back.
My arms dropped like lead, gripping the taser until my hands cramped up. "I'm so sorry. Oh god…. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind that – " Stamping down on my urge to hurl, I raced for the bathroom and shoved my head under a stream of cold water.
'He's not here. He doesn't have you, dipshit. You're safe. You are safe,' I told myself.
"Are you alright…?" came a soft voice, sound almost shy.
"Fuck! Shit! Ow…" I groaned, holding the back of my head that I dumbly sent into the faucet. "I'm good. I'm okay. I'm dandy." That did the trick. Snapped me out of it enough that the urge to hurl disappeared. But it didn't calm my hands, fumbling through the shaking in an attempt to turn off the water.
I hadn't expected Bucky to follow or for him to be looming in the bathroom doorway. I quickly grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my neck in an attempt to hide my hands from those watchful eyes. The blue no longer held the air of a lost child. They were haunted.
"I'm terribly sorry for the rude wake up call." I could almost kick myself for how my voice cracked.
"Why was I… on your be – " He gasped, eyes going wide, muscles tensing. "Why didn't you run?" He remembered last night, I guess?
"'Cause I can't? Bum leg and all."
"You ran in here."
I guess I did. "And it hurts like hell now," I grumbled. Everything hurt. My body was not happy with me. At all.
His frown only grew by the second. I tried to ignore his intense glare by squeezing water out of my hair.
"Look, nothing happened last night. You had a nightmare. We watched a movie and passed out."
He took a step into the bathroom, and I matched one away, swallowing a groan of pain at the use of my unhappy ankle.
"You're scared."
"I thought someone else was on the bed, so I'm a little shaky. Sorry," I half retorted. It took everything I had to hold my ground at his next steps. Backing myself into a corner was not an option I liked. But it's not like I could throw myself out the bathroom window. A .50 caliber wouldn't even make it through that. Made damn sure of it. And passing through a wall of solid muscles, that just wasn't happening.
"You were scared last night. I could see it in your body language and eyes."
"Ehh, I would put it under wariness?" I tried to shift my shoulders into a shrug, play the nonchalant card with a flippant wave of a hand.
"Why didn't you leave?" he questioned, voice just above a whisper, a heavy thud echoing each of his steps. "She told you to leave. Warned you of what I've done. What I could have done to you." The slight shift in his typically demure posture, the mere straightening of his spine, and I was faced with a predator towering over me. "You should have listened to her."
His presence practically choked the air out of the bathroom. I hadn't backed myself into a corner, but it sure as hell felt like I did. Couldn't tell if he was trying to intimidate me into running away or answering him properly. With a deep inhale, I forced my eyes to meet his, trying to feign some sort of backbone. That was when I spotted the tousled mess that was his hair in the periphery of my vision, which he filled with how close he was. I clung onto the distraction. It was just enough to let me function.
Finding my voice, I replied as casually as I could. "As if I could leave. You sounded like you were being hacked into piece – " I hissed painfully when he grabbed my left elbow.
His grip turned feather light, gingerly shifting my arm until I could see my elbow with ease. The little bruises from last night were covered by his hold. "It matches perfectly…. I did this. I hurt you." His shoulders slumped, the threatening air deflating right out of him. He tried to make himself smaller. Didn't help he was the biggest thing around at the moment.
"Little things," I waved off and he let my elbow slip from his hold. "…You're not going to cut yourself open again, right?"
He didn't answer. Merely clenched his jaw. I could hear the grinding of his teeth. His hand dropped, his nails likely marring the skin of his palms with the white knuckled fist he made. His eyes skirted to the side, refusing to meet mine.
I grabbed his collar, pulling him down closer, but he didn't budge. I ended up on my toes instead. He stared back with surprise. "Don't you dare hurt yourself, Bucky. It's just a small bruise. It's nothing." Those blue eyes were so conflicted. "Bucky…."
"If you two are finished being weird, Mr. Barnes, would you mind bringing in the things at the backdoor?" Eve interrupted.
The man took a large step back, escaping my fingers, and walked out the bathroom.
"Bucky! You will not harm yourself!" I yelled after him, stumbling a couple of steps before my knees gave out. "Eve, keep an eye on him."
"I can, but you might want to put on shorts." That would be a good idea. "And maybe actually send a reply to Devon soon," she added with the earpiece that managed to stay in my ear through my sleep.
"Oh damn, I forgot about him." I scrambled for my phone lying on the floor.
"That's a first," Eve laughed. "…Do you still think it's safe being his friend?"
"He wasn't going to hurt me." Even if he came off more threatening than the asshats who actually caused me harm.
"You can't be sure of that."
"Bucky doesn't want to hurt anybody, Eve."
"It's not that simple."
"But it really is. That's all that matters," I stated, trying to stomp down the little voice in the back of my head nagging about how he saw me as his handler, at least for last night. Even if that were the case, there was no need for him to handle me like I was a fragile sugar sculpture. It's surprising how gentle he could be. There's never been any harm done on purpose. He didn't want to hurt anybody.
"You naïve idiot."
Shaking off the topic, I checked my notifications on my phone. Two new messages from Boston Cream.
Are you drunk?
Did you pass out?
'The fuck? Why is he checking in with me now of all times? How much do I tell him? Urgh…. It's not like I actually know what the fuck's going on.' Unlocking the phone, I was met with Bucky's reply that he wrote in my place.
Sorry it took me so long to reply, Devon. You know how it is. Busy as usual. Had to turn down several invitations from others. Though I think I have time on the 20th. I'd love to go with you and maybe grab a bite as well?
'…What the fuck? How many guys am I juggling?' I couldn't help the little laughing sigh. This was still far more eloquent than the blabbering mess I threw at Devon when I asked him out.
"What is all this?" I heard Bucky's deep voice ask from downstairs.
"Supplies. To fix the mess Val made. The both of you will help with repairs."
"What repairs?" I had to wonder how much he remembered of last night.
I quickly typed in a semi coded message back to Devon.
5K My friend sent that. Haha fish. Congrats on the gig. I seriously want to go but it's unlikely that I can make it. Sorry sloth.
Wiggling into a pair of shorts, I yelled out, "Bucky, could you throw some bread into the toaster?! I'm going to take a look at the damage I did!"
"What did you do?" he asked. A beep spoke of the toaster starting its work.
"Uhhh… You may or may not want to use another bedroom?" Making my way down the hall, I frowned. "I don't want to do electrical repairs…."
"You should have thought of that before you sent your crutch through my servo rig."
"I thought you said you could open the door."
"Yes. With the strength of a feeble child."
I wouldn't mind that. It'd stop her from slamming the door into me.
Scooting closer to the hole in the wall, I frowned at the sparking wires. "Yo, cut the power to here." This was simple enough if I sort out the tangled mess of wires.
"…What happened here?"
I couldn't help but jump at Bucky's voice coming from directly behind me. I was willing to bet that he could move without a sound even if I tagged him with a bell.
"Eve and I had a fight?" I offered, quickly taking stock of his movements and body.
"…I didn't hurt myself," he mumbled, sitting down next to me.
I glanced his way, sending him a small smile.
Those blue eyes searched my face for a moment before dropping down to where my elbow might be. The bruised one. "Valeriy…" he called out softly.
I startled, too used to only hearing my full first name laced with aggravation. Not like this. It was… nice.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Oh, don't worry about it." I flashed him a toothy grin, waving a hand dismissively. "We're even with how I woke you up."
"You're still upset," he mumbled, looking very much like a kicked puppy.
I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to the hole in the wall. It's almost routine to let the fear be swallowed up by anger. An escape. "It's got nothing to do with you, Bucky." I motioned to the wires. "I gave up all this for a reason. I can't handle the mem – " I couldn't finish the word.
Bucky's eyes dropped down to his metal arm. The fingers twitched. A spark of blue light peeked out between the plates of his wrist, the only bit of his arm that wasn't covered in clothing.
"It'll be fixed. They're not going to get to you," I assured, my stomach giving an unpleasant flop at the notion. "I can do it."
Neither Eve nor I wanted to bring anyone else in. Not when he's being hunted by the people who lived unknown inside SHIELD for so long. The less people involved the better for all parties.
I forced a cheerful grin. "Why don't you go eat breakfast first? You must be hungry. I'm going to try and get this done first." Useless to eat anything that would just come up again.
With a smooth sway of his body, Bucky stood up. At least, he wasn't moving automatically like he did under orders as he made his way downstairs. The way he moved had such a grace to it. It was like watching a tiger stalk its prey on the NatGeo. Would not mind watching him pointlessly wander about. Too bad his time was mostly spent staring out the windows.
Huffing the anger back into place, I dug through the box Bucky brought up. A few tools and spare wires. I got down to work rewiring the stupid servos.
"A bit rusty, but you still have your speed," Eve teased on the speakers after a few minutes.
"Oh shut the fuck up." The faster I got this done, the sooner I could shove everything to the back of my head. A small part of me was glad that this was simple work, and that even after a few years, my fingers still didn't find the movements foreign. "You're distracting me."
"Just so you know, your toast is going to get cold."
"Don't want to eat. Don't want to do anything." At this point, I knew I was being a little whiny brat, but I honestly just didn't want to deal with coming nightmares. 'I wonder how many days I can go without sleep.'
"Your blood sugar is low. You should eat."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Eat," I growled, stripping the end of a new wire and soldering it into place. 'That should be the last one,' I thought, giving the mess a once over. Eve even flapped Bucky's door a couple of times to confirm.
"It's right next to you, dumbass."
I quickly glanced around me.
She wasn't kidding. There was a plate of toast soaked in butter and a little dollop of ketchup. That was when I heard the soft sound of something being sawed from inside of the bedroom. Probably dry wall.
"Thank you, Bucky. For breakfast."
The sawing paused for a couple of seconds and then continued. He heard the words.
It was bafflingly amazing, to be honest. That Bucky still had the capacity for kindness. In his own gruff way. Little things he'd do to help out. Sometimes it was getting something off the top shelf when I was hopping around like an idiot. Other times, he'd check on my ankle to see how it was healing. He was probably going to frown at it during the next checkup.
Maybe it's why I didn't run last night.
After all the shit he's been forced through, the man was a hero at the end of the day. One stuck in a war with his own mind while demons haunted him.
Maybe I could find the balls to face mine while fixing that arm of his. He's worth it.
"It's noon. Damn it."
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"I haven't left Headquarters in over a year," Amber's voice stated through my earpiece. "I am going to this symposium."
Bucky was asleep upstairs and I figured waking him with a stranger's voice on the speakers would be a poor choice. He's been kind of mopey, barely talking for most of the day. He could use a break after last night and this morning.
I could too, but alas, would not be able to live with myself if anything happened to my best friend. "I don't get how you could go there after what happened last time."
"I have it on good authority that I have one of the best security teams in the world," Amber chimed lightly.
"No duh, made damn sure of that," I muttered.
"I'll stick to the guidelines you all put together. Everything will be fine. So stop worrying about it. Anything new since your melt down? Cabin fever set in yet?"
I couldn't help the shrug even if she couldn't see it. "Devon checked up on me? First time since we broke up. Weird timing. Been trying to since a week after the whole shit storm. Gave me 24 hours to respond."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"Told him 5K fish sloth."
"I get the something's fishy and not to do anything part, but is 5K a typo?"
"How the fuck do I typo my speech?"
"Isn't it supposed to be 0K?"
"Oh… 5's in the middle of the scale so we use it as the situation can go either way. The K's there to let him know I'm okay, for now – Oh my god, there are so many bloody windows…. Why do you have to go back there?" I groaned, glaring up at the hologram of the Convention Centre Dublin and its cylinder of windows right where the escalators and foyers were. The exposure made me just want to pull my hair out in frustration. "Can I just invite all the people you want to talk to your plac – "
"No." She even laughed at my grumbling. "Should you really be worrying over my security detail when yours is so lacking? I'm not the one in the chatter."
"Which isn't saying much of anything. Usually by now, I'd have a better idea of what's going on. But nope. Could barely even piece together that a "kidnaping" was supposed to happen. And the new team with me? They're useless. Didn't help the bloody lot of them got fucking food poisoning the night before. Got left sprinting about on my own…."
"Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?" Eve huffed on the speakers as I impatiently poked at the still cooking cup noodles. "We'll see how you do without me next time, Val."
"Fine. Got left sprinting on my own with Eve in my ear. Better?"
Laughter rung from Amber's end. "The two of you are pretty stressed out, huh? I still find it rather ridiculous that my security is better than yours. It's your company."
"Ayers Corp isn't mine." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that faded notion.
"You are one of the heirs."
"…Yo, you're one of the brightest innovative minds we have. If they could make use of everything you made, you'd probably make them the most money," I reminded her. "We'd be utter idiots if we left you to fend for yourself. There's no way your security budget's lower than my parents'. Gives me a lot of leeway to make sure history never repeats itself."
"We both know that's not going to happen again. I'll be fine. You've got my back."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going to triple your security on this. I don't know if your files made it to the surface in SHIELD's fucking shit storm."
"That's overkill. Eve would have caught that."
"It's a mess out there. There's a bajillion criminals, who may or may not be "enhanced," running amuck. Better safe than so – Shit!" I flinched, having spotted Bucky in the doorway. 'How long has he been standing there?'
"What happened?"
"Urgh nothing." I tapped my ear and motioning to Bucky not to talk but that he's welcome to join me in the room. He didn't. Merely hung out against the doorframe eyeing the holograms almost cautiously. "Caught myself in the bloody reflection," I lied, giving my cup noodles a stir before digging in.
"You scare so easily," Amber laughed.
It was difficult trying to hold back my laughter, when Bucky's face cringed a little at my choice of food. I have no idea what cup noodles did to him, but he did not like the little bowl of heaven. He gave the same expression every damn time I ate it.
A slap sounded in my ear and Amber's laugh could be heard. "Haha that almost exploded…. Ignore that."
Bucky's brow rose, his eyes tearing away from the holograms that filled the entire room. Guess that confirmed his super hearing. Made me rather glad at how poorly he schools his face.
I offered him a shrug and Amber a laugh, before swinging my hands toward each other. At the gesture, the holograms shrunk and zoomed out to a 3D map of Dublin Docklands. A twist of my wrist and it spun. A flick of the wrist pulled us to another part of the city. And then I motioned for him to have at it.
That was enough to coax the now bright eyed Bucky into the room. His hands repeated the various gestures, exploring the city at a dizzying speed. He checked out buildings, parks and monuments. Anything. Everything.
Eve even showed off a little to him, adding in a rendered live feed of the pedestrians and cars in the area, though some areas were spotty from her lack of cameras. Like in people's homes. A couple of the dogs caught Bucky's attention. Huskies, Irish Wolfhounds, and a Giant Schnauzer. Judging by his expression, he couldn't make heads or tails of the little Maltese in a stroller.
"Still there?" Amber asked.
"Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Got lost with searching for potential sniper nests that the others might have missed. Everything needs to be checked out on the days you're there. The rest should be up to par."
That got another curious look from Bucky to which I shrugged at and was amazed that he found the convention centre again. For some reason or another, Eve brought up the work we already did on sniper nests, highlighting them in red amongst the blue, likely taking advantage of Bucky's set of skills.
"I fucking shouldn't be stuck in here," I griped, probably pouting like a small child going by Eve's exaggerated sigh. My brain needed a break from all this. "So? Anything new with your projects?"
"Just finished one. Made a chameleon that actually does what they can do in cartoons. Cuttlefish are fun little creatures. Wonder what else I should shove their genes into. Send you a video when I get a chance…. I need to deal with this thing. It won't stop multiplying. Pretty sure it's going to explode and cause a pandemic or something."
"Yeah okay. Talk to you later. Bye bye."
"Bye bye." With that, the line went dead.
I pulled out the earbud. "Sorry about that, Bucky."
He shook his head, eyes focused on the various buildings. "Who was that?"
"Hmm? My best friend. Amber." I couldn't help but laugh at Bucky's nose wrinkling in distaste when he glanced my way. "Yo, don't knock cup noodles until you've tried it."
He merely shook his head, frowning even more.
"…But… But cup noodles…."
Another shake of his head, going back to the blue outlines of buildings. "It reminds me of what they fed me."
"…Why the hell would they feed you the least healthy thing?"
"It wasn't noodles…. They added hot water to plastic pouches. It's a big pile of mush. I have no idea what it's made up of."
'Oh that sounds absolutely disgusting. I should probably stop eating this instant stuff.' To stop reminding him of that mush and eating it every day couldn't be good for me.
"I couldn't handle solids for some time after I… St… after St – " He was going to chew his lip bloody at the rate he was gnawing into it, or set the carpet on fire with how hard he was glaring. His brow knitted together, either struggling to say the name or trying to deal with a painful memory. "…I stuck with soup until… the sandwich."
I ran with his slight change of topic, hoping to lighten up the tension. "I could use one right now. A pulled pork sandwich. You?"
He gave a nod, the air around him feeling far lighter than a moment ago. His attention returned to the holograms. "These six buildings need to be added."
"…Those are over 2750 meters." I hadn't come across any shootings beyond 2700 meters in my years of searching so we only covered that range.
"The farthest building Mr. Barnes pointed to is 3650 meters away."
Bucky's eyes dropped to the floor that he toed at. "I can make the shot," he admitted through gritted teeth, fighting to get the words out.
Panic made my blood run cold. Dread built up to my throat. So thick I couldn't even breathe.
"It'd be difficult if the target moves, but the movements are predictable."
'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.'
"…Valeriy?"
I flinched back into reality. "What's your range?" were the first words spat out of my mouth.
"What?" He backed away, glancing towards the doorway.
"What's your range, Bucky? Do you know? To say… hit a bear sized target anywhere, in perfect conditions, from whatever height, with whatever rifle you like."
Nervously biting his lip, he thought about it for a stress inducing minute. "4500 meters."
"Shit. Fuck. Okay." I turned away from Bucky, my heart pounding in the pit of my stomach, and focused on the camera in the room. "Eve! Upda – "
"Oh calm the fuck down. The both of you," Eve stated exasperatedly. "If you've forgotten, our 2750 meter range covers more than enough time for me to hear, process and have a team tackle the intended target. Anything over 5 seconds and we're good. I'll drop ears in those buildings. If that would ease your worries."
"Y-yeah… okay, do that," I agreed, trying to calm down. One glance at my friend and I couldn't help the wince. "Oh god. I'm so sorry, Bucky," I quickly apologized.
His posture was so slumped over that if he wasn't sitting on his legs, Bucky would be curled up in a ball. He basically shrank into himself.
"I didn't mean to freak out on you like that. But thank you so much for telling me."
His eyes darted up to my face and I gave a soft smile, keeping it apologetic. He relaxed after a few seconds.
"Eve?" I called out. "Extend the range for my parents as well. They're in the most danger at the moment."
The huff that came out of Bucky could almost be mistaken as half a laugh. "You're stuck in a house with two ghosts and they're the ones in most danger?"
"Hey now, I'm pretty sure a ghost makes more sound than you do." I beamed a grin at him.
He shook his head with a heavy sigh. "I can take a look at your parents' area…?"
"I have it handled," Eve cut in. "You gave us the range. There's no need to waste your time, Mr. Barnes."
I sighed, frowning a tad. "Just humou – "
"I-I can help," Bucky blurted out, his voice bordering on desperation. "I can be of use."
"You're already helping, Mr. Barnes."
'The fuck's going on?' Between Bucky begging to be of help and Eve not taking advantage of him, it took a moment for me to realize what Eve was up to.
Suddenly the buildings shifted into a beach in Hawaii, one of our properties. "Val's brother, we could use some help with his area. Trees prove a little troublesome for me on short notice."
"He's not there at the moment," I cut in. Not a lie, and I wasn't worried about my brother. There wouldn't be snipers to worry about where he was nor was he like the others I care about. "Can leave that for later." He'd eventually wind up there, depends on where the parents want to spend the holidays.
Bucky's determination focused on me, turning away from Eve's camera. Oh he was not happy with my suggestion. "I can help," he practically huffed.
"Been wanting to show this to you, Bucky, before I forget." I rapidly flicked my hands together a few times, zooming us out into the skies and beyond.
The stars of a shrunken Milky Way surrounded us in all its bright colours. Farther out were the other galaxies. Space was our best distraction from whatever it was Eve thought Baku might trigger a flashback in Bucky, and he took the bait beautifully, looking around in awe. He even got onto his feet to walk through it.
"We can't get details like on Earth, but you can move around the place. Or ask Eve for an area. It's faster than trying to scroll through the empty spaces. Oh and there's a program thing where you can move the stars around. Just a fun interaction thing. No purpose to it." None anymore. A once romantic gesture….
At his bight eyed stare, I couldn't help the laugh as I signaled Eve to activate it. A flick of my fingers at a bright dot to show him what I meant and a star shot off through the couch.
Bucky experimentally waved his good arm and the stars moved as if they were underwater, floating away. He cradled a handful of stars in his hands and brought it close to his face, blowing them right out with a breath. All done through Eve watching his movements and rendering the correct responses.
Almost took a good minute for his body language to relax from how wound up he was. How he didn't have whiplash from all the moods he's been going through in the span of 16 hours was amazing. Panicky to playful to intimidating to mopey to desperate to curious.
It could have something to do with his reflections in his notebooks. In the moments when he was be sitting nearby consumed with writing, he'd get frustrated with himself and how most of his words came out in Russian. There was what I believed to be German sprinkled here and there. English made an appearance at least once a page, from what he let me see.
Also caught a glimpse of some rough sketches. A human face. Captain Rogers… probably…. If he were fused with his helmet and became half demonic. Clearly, Hydra's been messing with more than just his body. To have his best friend's face warped into…. No wonder he's having nightmares.
'If he can keep fighting his scrambled mind… maybe it's time I faced my fears.' I could feel my gut flopping about at the mere thought of it.
Picking up the tiny flat head screw and the reverse tweezers, I called out, "Bucky?"
He hummed out his response, his eyes settling on my face.
I dropped a cushion in front of me on the floor and gave it a pat. "Come here. Going to remove the G.P.S. chip in the bracelet thing."
Going by how Eve wasn't bitching about what I was planning to do, this was what she wanted of me. Whatever's going on, the ones after me, and maybe those after Bucky, they had the means to access our chips. That's going to be problematic.
Bucky nodded and settled down on the cushion, forking over his good arm with the bracelet Eve practically tagged him with. He tensed up when I propped up my knee to support his arm, but otherwise stayed still as I tried to get the tiny screw to cooperate.
When I got the faceplate of the right bead removed, he asked, "Could you remove the tracker in my arm as well?"
"…Not with these crap ass tools from the dollar store," I responded, looking up from the tiny circuits that just made me queasy. "These are clunky as fuck and conduct electricity. Don't want to fuck up your arm even more. We have spares of these bracelets. Got no spare arms lying about, from what I know. It's like trying to do brain surgery with a bloody cleaver if I use these on your arm."
"Oh…."
"There are a couple more tools I need to collect, Mr. Barnes, and unlike the bracelet, we don't know what exactly is in that arm of yours. We best be prepared."
Bucky breathed out a soft huff, glaring at his metal arm. "I hate this thing." His fist clenched tightly, his knuckles popping.
I gave his right arm what I hoped to be a comforting squeeze, before going back to the bracelet. It was difficult, trying to shake off the chills settling in my stomach.
Quite a bit changed with the internals of the bracelets over the years. Things were more compacted. There were more features. Half of which were useless to Bucky. But it was confusing to sort out and locate the chip I was looking for. It all brought up memories of a time when I couldn't freely move my hands, a chain ringing at my ears. Then a bone chilling darkness –
'NOPE!'
Scrambling onto my feet, I raced for the bathroom trying to hold it down.
"So… she managed to knock the screw into the carpet. Good luck finding it, Mr. Barnes."
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