Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The guards hustled toward the fireballs, and Clara continued to climb as quickly as she could. It wasn’t long before the guards left the vicinity, and Clara was forced to freeze once more, waiting for her next distraction.

Several moments later the putty reached critical temperatures from the flames and the normally relatively stable material erupted with an enormous amount of force and flame and sound. The prison wall shook beneath Clara’s grip, and she resumed her climb up the sheer rock wall, knowing that sensors in the building and surrounding area would all be going off at this point.

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