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[color=8882be][h1]Schwarz Lives Matter.[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=8882be][color=8882be][i]Nigga oh noooooo.[/i]

[i]Nigga nigga nigga. Shit.[/i]

[i]I'm gonna fucking kill Luke. Shit![/i][/color][/color]

Lauren whipped off her sunglasses quickly and hung them by one temple from her sports bra, watching the martial artist with wide green eyes.

[color=8882be][i]I'm supposed to present these sunglasses to Chatsworth this week! They can't have footage of Luke's death in the memory![/i][/color]

It looked like it was working - Luke's body was running the electricity along his arms and through the copper wires he stood parallel to, grip tightening by the second as the current pulsed through him and into the generator. Cian's occasional extra round of Dust only added to the juice flowing into the facility. It should have enough power to get Jack and the survivors onboard the lift and get it moving before the battery even got down, and that would be in no time. She'd agreed to tail them from behind and let Luke and Cian move on alone. They'd meet Sangue in no time and be fine. This was [i]her[/i] plan...

But she hesitated.

She was used to putting Luke Schwarz through the funny kinds of pain. Trying to set him up on dates. Not wearing bras with tank tops - and wearing tank tops everywhere. Sexual gestures on his ahoge. Smacks on the ass. Roughhousing stuff. This...this...

Naive as it may have been...

Lauren hadn't been expecting to hear Luke scream.

Her muscles had all locked up on her. She felt electrocuted, too.

[sub][i]"Luke..."[/i][/sub]

This wasn't hype. This wasn't hype at all.

"...Stay frosty, killer. I'm right behind you. [color=8882be][i]W-Wallahi.[/i][/color]"

The sunglasses went back on. Seconds later, the power would be following suit. She had no time to be shaky.

But she couldn't leave him like this.