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And so she ran, whirling about and dodging around the monstrously-thick cell-door...while streaking, splattering globs of glue chased her all the way. And in the wake of those whizzing adhesive blasts, TK could hear the high-pitched, whirring hum of the 'bots, hard on her heels.Pounding down the passageway, still instinctively weaving and ducking incoming shots, TK found herself faced with two evident choices of destination: A larger, more imposing door at the far end of the corridor, and an open doorway on the wall to her left, about halfway between the "tractor prison" and that hall-ending portal. She dearly wanted to reach that heavier - and more important-looking - door if she could, leaning forward as she poured on the speed, determined to out-pace her hurtling pursuers...
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