Rochester Inn

[Osilon]

From a door to the side of the bar, a man flew through the door, blood trailing from his jacket. a large hole was in his chest. He came to a sliding halt at the other side of the bar.

A woman followed through, the last tints of silver left from her arms, the appearance fo which revealed she wasn't all she seemed. She wore a black Trenchcoat, and a silver helmet that went down her back and shoulders, seemingly forming into her body. On the shoulder of her jacket the word GLaDoS was inscribed in deep red letters.

She put her hands on her hips, and kicked the corpse. Smirking, she walked back to the bar, and in a multi-voiced speech, said:

:One piece of chocolate cake please...:

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.