[["What are you doing?"
"We are leaving."]]
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Jian Yu lurched forward and sunk into his knees.
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[["The power is out and the sensors aren't working. This is our only chance."]]
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His hands gripped the toilet bowl, knuckles white. His stomach contracted wildly as he retched, like someone had shoved their hands inside his intestines, grabbed at them, pulling and twisting.
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[["There is a backup system, it might still be intact! It could come at any second and they are going to kill us this time!"
"We have to take the chance. It's going to be alright, everything's going to be fine."]]
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Another one violent contraction, the red wine congealed inside of his stomach emerged as nothing was digested since the evening before. He heaved and retched, red liquid spilled out of his mouth, hitting the water contained in the toilet bowl with loud splashes.
