[Cassie is a soldier. She's used to being awakened by much bigger fires than this, and many worse things than that. In an instant, she's rolled over and gone to a crouch on the floor.
It would be an immaculate escape, if she hadn't singed her finger reaching instinctively for a rifle that isn't there anymore.
She hisses and curses as she stumbles into the hallway.]
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It would be an immaculate escape, if she hadn't singed her finger reaching instinctively for a rifle that isn't there anymore.
She hisses and curses as she stumbles into the hallway.]