<P>When Hundly did nothing, Dominic grabbed his wrist and thrust it towards his own chest. The knife buried itself in flesh; Dominic made no sound, but Hundly released convulsive breath.
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<P>"Again," Dominic said, and repeated the motion. His shirt darkened.
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<P>The knife was removed and replaced in its sheath. Hundly shrunk in a disturbed manner. He looked as though he were ready to collapse.
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<P>Dom straightened him on his feet. "Now I have been stabbed twice. Do you see me wailing in pain? Am I rushing to a hospital? No." He violently swung the man before him so that his head impacted the wall. Hundly flinched. "This is above you. This is above your money. This is above your job. This is above whatever the fuck you think is important." The electronic disturbance returned. Dominic appeared to spread outwards with a dead expansion - There was a dark twitching, and things distorted, flickering in an electronic way. Hundly pressed his free hand against Dominic's face... It was forced to the wall and clamped. Hundly shook. He refused to look directly at Dom. He shrunk again, letting his knees collapse. Dominic let him collapse. The man of so much false power sat against the wall.
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<P>No threat had been made.
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<P>Jock descended a set of metallic stairs. He entered a room. It was very long, and one wall held several floor-to-ceiling windows. He had seen them from the other side. They were only mirrors from out there.
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<P>In the middle of the room was a large conference table. Its marble top had been recently polished.
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<P>The rest of the room was red, and so were the men who occupied it.