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...To find that this impression was totally correct. A veritable trash-heap of broken furniture, crates, boxes, and what looked like a dead potted plant, hung suspended in a heavy net, high overhead. There was no question in TK's mind as to where those tripwires led. A little tingle crept down the young tigress' spine and made her hackles rise. Sonya, it appeared, was definitely playing hardball. If the crossbow bolt had caught her in the leg, that would have been very bad, TK knew... But if that mountain of junk had crashed down on her, there was no telling how badly she'd have been hurt. Assuming she hadn't been able to dodge out of the way...and as tired as she was becoming, TK wasn't at all sure she'd want to put such a thing to the test.

And so, she stepped carefully over and among the trio of spider-thin wires, straining her dark-sharp eyes for any sign of ones she might have missed. Those eyes were still peering intently all about when she began to creep up the stairs and on toward whatever waited beyond. Going up was always a good thing when one was underground...wasn't it? That question echoed darkly though her mind - and with no reassuring answer - as she pressed on through the gloom...

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On to "A Fog Off the Sea..."

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...To find that this impression was totally correct. A veritable trash-heap of broken furniture, crates, boxes, and what looked like a dead potted plant, hung suspended in a heavy net, high overhead. There was no question in TK's mind as to where those tripwires led. A little tingle crept down the young tigress' spine and made her hackles rise. Sonya, it appeared, was definitely playing hardball. If the crossbow bolt had caught her in the leg, that would have been very bad, TK knew... But if that mountain of junk had crashed down on her, there was no telling how badly she'd have been hurt. Assuming she hadn't been able to dodge out of the way...and as tired as she was becoming, TK wasn't at all sure she'd want to put such a thing to the test.

And so, she stepped carefully over and among the trio of spider-thin wires, straining her dark-sharp eyes for any sign of ones she might have missed. Those eyes were still peering intently all about when she began to creep up the stairs and on toward whatever waited beyond. Going up was always a good thing when one was underground...wasn't it? That question echoed darkly though her mind - and with no reassuring answer - as she pressed on through the gloom...

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On to "A Fog Off the Sea..."