[Spy, always a light sleeper, bolts upright at the clunk from Engineer's dismembered arm hitting the ground, looking around wildly for the source.
It's dark, but he can make out the outline of Engineer also sitting in bed.]
Engineer? What ees happening?
[Were they being attacked? Had the administration found them? His fingers found the revolver tucked under his pillow, the ivory grip cold against his ungloved hands.]
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It's dark, but he can make out the outline of Engineer also sitting in bed.]
Engineer? What ees happening?
[Were they being attacked? Had the administration found them? His fingers found the revolver tucked under his pillow, the ivory grip cold against his ungloved hands.]