Your voice is lost in the jolting buzz. Your throat tingles and vibrates with electrified breath. You try to find out more, "Tracy, who is here? Who has the gun?"
Her eyes may be quivering to tears or you're going blurry-eyed from the overpowering thunder. She says something with wide-open mouth, but it is swallowed by the boom. She tries again and you barely catch it, "It's... It's my ex. It's my ex, Luke! Fuck! Why! Luke! Luke!"
She pushes away from you and exits the kitchen. You stand still, dumb-struck in the odd silence after the bomb. Your temperature rises. You feel warm, then suddenly cold. A shiver runs through your bones. Your muscles burn. You can't move.
You don't know who Luke is. He likely doesn't know you. But he's one room away, and he has his hands on your matter transposer. Does he know what he's doing? Does he know what you'll do to get it back? What is he doing here? What is he doing here with your girlfriend? What is your girlfriend doing here with him? It's quiet in here. It's quiet in there. You have to investigate.
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