[ Bel gives a ferocious grin and their hand closes over Miles. The stomach wrenching sensation of a jump envelops Miles, little shreds of dreams and unprocessed consciousness float before, around, and through him, before they're dropped perfectly in the middle of the Porter room, a scant step in either direction from the panels or the platform.
A stunner forms in Bel's hand no sooner than the shimmering glow the jump leaves them. Heaving exhaustion runs through the herm, but adrenaline battles it back as they take aim, firing two smart shots at the guards IN the room. ]
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A stunner forms in Bel's hand no sooner than the shimmering glow the jump leaves them. Heaving exhaustion runs through the herm, but adrenaline battles it back as they take aim, firing two smart shots at the guards IN the room. ]
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