[ That gets a faint chuff of laughter. It's strange, Carver thinks. He doesn't feel much o anything right now; he knows it wouldn't help, to make a show of things. And so he doesn't. He pulls the door open and steps inside, trusting Harold will follow.
In the meantime, he begins the work of disabling his tripwires and other countermeasures. ]
I like you, [ Carver muses. ] I don't like many people. Mind the tripwires.
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In the meantime, he begins the work of disabling his tripwires and other countermeasures. ]
I like you, [ Carver muses. ] I don't like many people. Mind the tripwires.