Just then the door crashed open and Peter Onion appeared, revolver in hand. "Ah, Sethargis - I can't think of a more appropriate place for your downfall, mate."
Marc made a dash for the back exit but that, too, opened up. Lynn appeared, cigarette held calmly in one hand and gun in the other. "Hi, Marc. Long time no see, honey. Your custom is very smoking important to us... NOT!"
There was no third door so the wall was simply cut through with a chainsaw. The door-shaped piece of wood was forced forwards and Miss Grannik, chainsaw in one hand and gun in the other walked through and, with her gun hand, straightened her hat and dusted herself down before it was trained upon her BT enemy.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sethargis," she said.
"Well, Jemima?" said Peter. "Which side are you on?"
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