Her lungs contracted as she inched her way, hands above her head, to the front of the crowd. The law officers had positioned themselves across the way, AK-47s held loosely, the helmets and goggles of their uniforms turning them into balefully glaring insects. Were they even human beneath those outfits? For all she knew, they could just as easily been the aliens from that movie District 9. Maybe a battalion of Sharlto Copleys. A small smile escaped as she imagined a kick line of jackbooted law officers, but she sobered fast as two broke from the line, heading her way.
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"Classic"
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