Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia
He strode toward the crusher, his gun still firing.
"Stop!" he bellowed at the machine like it was a person, before leaping onto its control panel.
He yanked the emergency brake and the metal lever protested with a screech as he forced it into place. The crusher's jaws shuddered, mere inches from my face, before grinding to a halt.
Maruska spun, scanning the area, his gun still at the ready. "Maeve, get out!" he shouted.
I scrambled out of the crusher's deadly grasp, stumbling into Maruska's arms. He pulled me close, his chest heaving with exertion.
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