"Yeah, yeah," Hanekoma sighed, tossing a glance at the Composer. Nobody had better get shot while he was inside finding a bucket for water, he thought loudly, and headed back for the front door of the more intact apartment building. At least he was on the first floor; the blood probably wouldn't have enough time to dry if he hurried....
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