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[i]As Fanny picked the coin up, she may or may not notice a teeny irregularity. The barest notion of a glimmer, almost impossible to notice unless you were intentionally looking for it with squinted eyes. Presumably it'd also left a trail of string behind it. Either way, Donny would catch the coin in his left hand with a raised bald brow, by this point doing his best not to look as surprised as he actually felt. Some kind of reality warping, or gravity manipulation? Regardless, soon his attention was drawn to the open door that the guards rushed through. Quick as the demon he was he unzipped his fly (complete with his dick hanging out) and smoothly passed the coin to his other hand before they had a clear line of sight, then slouched back in his chair as Fanny vanished.[/i]

[b]"Ayah, don't shoot naow! Ah'm just as confused as-"[/b]

[i]-He threw his arms out and up in surrender, crossing them at the wrist above his head and dropping the roll of quarters. They spilled all over the floor, making a fine mess. He then glanced down in dismay only for his expression to further morph, mouth dropping open and eyes bulging, making sure the guards were inclined to follow his line of sight down to his crotch.-[/i]

[b]"M-mah weinah's stickin' out! Oh Lawrdy, it's nawt how it looks, Ah swear!!"[/b]

[i]-He didn't want them to notice the coin he'd slip from between two fingers into his palm, gripping it tightly so that it wouldn't slip loose when he yanked. He wanted them to consider him the lesser threat as compared to Fanny as well. He'd simultaneously created a humorous situation and acted to draw their attention downwards with both the dropped coins and his wide-open fly. Maybe they'd even infer that he'd been about to pay her for a favor. Anything to even remotely increase his chances of getting out of there. His dynamic surrender had served to upset the room-spread microfilament strand into the air, so that even the guards who'd moved behind and to either side of him would walk through into it, the wire gently draping about the backs of their necks and following them as they took their positions. When Donny had crossed his wrists, his thumb in passing had pushed a button on his watch that'd set the wire to free-reel, giving it the slack it needed to be drawn out by the motion of the guards.-[/i]

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[i]-A moment after declaring his embarrassment, Donny knew they'd expect a dope like him to cover himself or zip up his fly. They'd expect him to quickly drop his arms. He did. As he did, he uncrossed his wrists,  in a blink his thumb again subtly pressing a button on the interface of his watch. This one was meant to reel the wire in. With white-knuckled power he'd thrust his arms down and to either side of his body, leaning his weight forwards, his muscular core wrenching the wire down and in, the death noose closing on the entire guard company. Were it a rope it'd haul them together by the necks. It wasn't a rope. The wire itself wasn't monomolecular, but consisted of several interwoven, multi-walled carbon nanocables made from CNT shells that had been subjected to high-energy electron irradiation. If it were too small the Van Der Waals force would prevent it from cutting limbs off. However, it still had to be able to shear through the collagen fibers in bone, which in a normal human may be severed with 5.5 piconewtons of force. A small child could kill someone with it by accident. Donny was a grown ass man who had served special forces, holding the literal 0.0013 millimeter lifeline of four men in his hands.
Should he successfully drop his arms without being shot, a breathless moment would pass, everyone in the room unmoving. One of the quarters that had been rolling on the floor would jutter onto its side, tinkling to an abrupt stop. Almost in unison there'd be four hearty thuds as the guard's collective heads tumbled off their shoulders and to the floor. Donny exhaled, and eyed the gaping door with the murderous calm of a hungry tiger. A muted spatter of footsteps and a passing shadow. The chair empty. The device on the floor snatched away. The box emptied. One of the deceased guards deprived of their gun and clothing. The suspect gone...-[/i]