> Vincent De Soth looked over at the genius scientist. “Are you making words up so you don’t have to say ‘ghost’?†he asked her.
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Where the TV presenters were trying to say anything other than "Rain God"....
> The Idiom checked the sealed blast doors on the exit. “No power and an internal dead bolt,†she noted. “Not a good combination. ...
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No combination at all, in fact.
> ...But there has to be an emergency escape exit. No mad scientist is going to build a bunker like this without installing at least one emergency escape exit.â€Â
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Shades of the Patrician...
> “Was Dr Trenchcoat a mad scientist?†Liu Xi wondered. “I’ve never heard of him.â€Â
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> “He’s definitely on the border,†Letitia answered. “I heard he got thrown out of last years WeirdSciCon for projectile ectoplasm vomiting.â€Â
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Unlike Al, who wasn't allowed in, and everyone else, who just had ... problems.
> Vinny checked the notes in the folders beside each one. “Okay, the mirror was the one that pre-talkies movie starlet Helga Walton broke when her career ended with the advent of sound,†he briefed them. “She took a fragment and carved up her perfect face before slitting her throat. ...
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This must be a very common trope - I've even found it in Anime...
> “I think it’s what you get when you run an animal testing laboratory on a psychic hot spot for thirty years then have a lab assistant go insane and kill herself in the hutch we saw broken down in the warehouse back there,†the Idiom suggested. “Why do you think I threw my nail polish onto its eyes?â€Â
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Mr Hong and his fish shop all over again...
> Next Time: The truth behind the psionic energy interface, more on Liu Xi’s rear end, the Idiom takes arms against a sea of troubles, and we finally get to the body count.
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Isn't De Soth already counting bodies?
