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[just_a_soldier]

Trapped like an animal, Aeryn paced the corridor. The numbers on the doors never seemed to stay the same and she wasn't sure if she was going the right way. All she knew was she had to get away, back to her room.

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[fighting_mad]

No laughter now, Plourr is walking down the hall after her. "Aeryn," she calls, and it's a measure of her hurry that she left her boots under the table and her datapad filled with state secrets on top of it.

[just_a_soldier]

Blank shock flashed on her face. Plourr came after her. It's not easy to ignore her and keep walking. Aeryn does it, aware of her temper and the effect it's likely to have.

[fighting_mad]

There's no getting rid of her that easily. Plourr keeps following. "Come on, Aeryn, it's not that big of a deal."

[just_a_soldier]

"Frell off." She shot back over her shoulder, teeth clenched.

Not thinking clearly, stomach filled with cold dread.