Chapter 8

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I take in a deep breath, only to inhale thick dust. My body is screaming in pain. I groaned, trying to buck a piece of steel pipe off, but I almost passed out from the pain when I stretched my right leg. Fantastic. Now I will be at Weston's mercy. I look around for a makeshift crutch. Yahtzee! A thin rod pokes out of the rubble next to me. I gently pull it out of the wreckage, wedging it between two solid pieces of iron. I shift my weight on the steel pipe, wincing as I pull my weight on my left side. Once I am standing, I look around the messy warehouse.

"YOU!" Darla's shrill voice calls. The dark-skinned woman glares at me. How can this woman look so meticulous in a pile of rubble? "Get up, bitch!" I hold my hands up, signaling to the android I am unarmed. "What are you on about, Darla?" I demand.

"Oh! You think it's a coincidence that one of my buildings happened to explode with your arrival?" Darla pointed her finger at me. "Darla, I had nothing t