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"Don't," says Gregor, as Melissa goes for the wire, his hand grabbing the front of her scrubs and hauling her, effortlessly, to her feet.

"Don't," he repeats.



"F-fuck!" she says, as he releases her, staggering backward and leaning against the thrumming bulk of generator. "Jesus fuck man!"

"Go, or stay, I do not care," he turns away. "But do not touch wires, or I will shoot you."