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words to reply.
    Tom shrugged. "So we know how to do it when we find Rory."
    "But that might kill her."
    "Rather her than my son."
    The logic made sense. Kneeling down next to the gamer, Jake looked closely at the headset. Rolls of doughy fat belched from beneath it. The device looked like it had fused to the top half of her head. "How do you think we can get it off?"
    "We could just rip it off."
    "Rip it off?" The thought made Jake's already weak legs wobble. "That would kill her." When Jake looked up at his tall friend, he was met with a cold stare. Although Tom hated talking about Thalia, Jake felt like he'd have to remind him what happened.
    After looking behind them again, Tom shoved the woman's fat arm with his boot. "It'd put the bitch out of her misery."
    "You do realize what you're saying, right?"
    "Of course I realize." He pointed down at the woman. "Look at her, Jake, she's fucked anyway."
    "What's wrong with you, Tom? Why would you want to kill an innocent person? Where's this coming from? This isn't you. Also," Jake pointed at the Rixon Tower on the horizon, "have you forgotten about our corporate overlords?"
    Without replying, Tom looked behind again. Biting down on a fingernail, he continued to throw glances out in random directions. "We got away with it once before. Besides, would it really matter if she died? We'd probably be doing her a favor. Speed things up for her."
    "What if you're wrong about Rixon? What if they're not interfering with everything we do in this world? Besides, what has this woman ever done to you?"
    Tom didn't reply.
    Kneeling down next to the woman, Jake lifted one of her heavy arms and arranged it so it covered an exposed nipple on a saggy breast. The touch of her cold and waxy skin made him shudder. It was like moving a corpse.
    Watching her large chest swell and subside with her breathing, the heavy, phlegmy death rattle sounding like it could stop at any moment, Jake wondered if Tom was right? Should they leave her be? She clearly didn't have long left. When Tom barked his question, it made Jake jump.
    "Well?"
    "Well what?"
    "Shall we do it?"
    "Do I really need to spell it out? No! Absolutely not. I'm not a murderer."
    Screwing his face up, Jake could see the sneer even beneath Tom's scarf. "But we are though, aren't we?"
    "We didn't mean to kill Thalia. That wasn't murder. Not like you're suggesting now."
    Tom fell silent again and continued his search of their surroundings.
    Planting his feet, Jake buried his hands into her side as he gave her a hard shove. Grunting from the effort, he looked up at his disgruntled friend. "I need your help, Tom."
    "Let's just leave her."
    Standing up, his entire body popping, cracking and creaking in protest, Jake put his hands on his skinny hips. "What the hell's going on with you? What's all this bullshit about killing her? What's wrong with you today?"
    It was only when Tom looked behind yet again that the light switched on in Jake's head. Clicking his fingers, he pointed at him. "You think it'll slow them down, don't you? You want to leave her as an offering."
    Unable to hold eye contact, Tom looked at the floor. "No."
    "You do. You want to leave her for them to feed on so we can get farther away."
    "Well it might work."
    Dipping his head to get eye contact with Tom, Jake reached out and gave the top of Tom's skinny arm a squeeze. "Just tell me what you saw."
    There was no reply.
    "What if something happens to you? I need to know what I'm up against so I can defend myself."
    A glaze washed over Tom's face. Behind it was chaos. He wasn't letting Jake in.
    Clapping his hands did little to snap his friend out of it, but Jake continued anyway. "Right, so we've decided that we're not going to kill her."
    "You've decided that."
    "Yes, I have. Now make yourself useful and help me."
    "You do realize that you're probably not even helping, don't you?"
    "You've already told me that turning them over is better than leaving them lying still. That's what