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next to the slide. She inched over the edge onto the frictionless surface and started to slide. Her last sight of Lars was of him flipping an errant minitank that had broken through the wall he had built. More would follow, she knew. Along with the two Destroyers from the far end of the hall that had survived the shootout. "Hold 'em," she called out.
"Go," Lars replied calmly. "And this time don't stop for a malt."
CJ started to slide. As her speed picked up, she reached out with her feet against the outer wall, and reached up with her hands against the inner wall, the wall of the control room. Wedged there, she took control of her slide down the chute. "Let me know when I'm there," she asked Morgan.
"Check."
Moments later Morgan spoke again. "CJ, stop." She halted. Morgan continued, "Okay, it's on your left. Spray it."
Bracing herself with her right hand, she reached around with her left, very carefully, knowing that if she broke her arch, she would slide away. No one had ever gotten back up a slidechute once they had gone down.
Success! She pulled the can of spray off her frame and held it shakily up, aiming in the general direction of the wall. She started spraying.
The wall started to bubble. "This looks promising," she muttered, as much to encourage Lars as anything. A few droplets of the acid drifted in the air and settled on the arm of her frame, which enthusiastically started to