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Susan was halfway through dismantling a cybernetically enhanced Grublok when Adam reappeared, his shirt inside-out and hair sticking up in odd places. "You good?" she asked between punches. Adam adjusted his pants. "Define 'good.'" The Grublok chose that moment to swing, its hydraulic fist whistling past Susan's ear. She headbutted it in the nasal cavity, triggering a geyser of blue-green ichor. "Pay up," she demanded, holding out a blood-streaked palm. The Grublok groaned and handed over its entire credit pouch.