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"Huh?" says Gregor, pausing and looking back towards the generator and the sound of Emmie repeatedly hitting the unlit hand-lamp against the side of the casing manages to break above the roar of the engines.

At first, he thinks it's enough, worries that the huge man will come over and check on him, but he only pauses momentarily. That's when Melissa provides her own distraction.

"Fuck this," she says, in a tone that Emmie knows, and has learned to dread. "I'm not letting you do this."