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Sandra pushed the man into the room with one hand, closing the door with the other. Then she raised him with the same hand, grasping the lapels, without being able to touch the ground. She extracted the drone from his right arm, which pointed the laser at him. Finally, she ordered:
“All right, my patience is gone. You’re going to talk. And you’re going to do it right now.
-Of course! The helpless man groaned. She added:
“The last time I was on this satellite my life was sent to hell. I was treated like a fool full of dreams and fantasies of a better world, and that’s what I was certainly. But all that was before, three years ago. Now I’m not for jokes, or for games, or for riddles, let alone for surprises. I will not fall into that mistake again. So I’ll say it very clearly: tell me who you are, what this is, and what you’re going for, or I’ll blow your head off in a femtosecond. And quiet, my weapons cannot be detected by the hotel’s defense systems”. The man moaned again when a hair-thick probe was introduced through Sandra’s nose and into the cerebral cortex, causing spasms and dizziness, as well as blurred vision and hallucinations.
“I … was … a bait …”

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