This
proves to be a bad choice.
There is
a thud as the wooden door is torn from its frame. You bolts up
immediately and reaches for Your spear, leaning against the wall; but
it is too late. A flash of red, white, and blue uniforms greets Your
eyes, before You and Klaus are dragged out into the city streets.
In the
scuffle, though no one notices, least of all You, a
magazine resembling the cantina posters is knocked to the floor.
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