Reunion

As the rest of the crew ran out of the promenade following Seymour's distant
lead, Amber and McJohn were hiding from the mechanical clones tearing apart
the monorail. McJohn was still concussed enough to think Amber was Jean
Harlow, but Amber didn't figure it out until he tried to kiss her. She
slapped him.
"What was that for, Jean?"
"Eh?"
"You always liked that before when I saved your life, Jean."
"Stop calling me -- oh terrific, you think I'm Jean Harlow, don't you?"
"Don't play hard to get, darling."
"Look," she replied, "don't call me darling, just get me out of here!"
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He tucked his head between his knees and sat in the secluded corner
of the shop, The Gun had set itself up in sentry mode to defend John
from any wandering clone. Keats sat there in a room no bigger than
2ft by 4ft, and stared aimlessly at the floor.
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Keats jerked back to reality when The Gun fired off a blast at two
approaching figures. The coarse reply from one of them made Keats fairly
certain it wasn't a clone.
"Hey you smeggin' *********************-head! What the **** are you shooting
at us for?!" shouted the figure in an midwestern American accent.
"Sorry 'bout that." said The Gun.
"Who is that?" yelled a disbelieving Keats.
"Third Systems Electrician McJohn!" the figure replied, "I've got a surprise
for you! I found Jean Harlow!"
"WHAT?" said an even more doubtful Keats, who was thinking that it was just
his luck that the only other surviving crewman would be a nutcase.
Then Amber rushed up to him. He smiled ecstatically.
"Hi John, how are you?" Amber asked.
"What --"
"That idiot McJohn got concussion falling off the monorail. He thinks I'm
Jean Harlow."
Keats hugged her.
"I thought you were all dead!"
"Hardly. Seymour and Dante are trying to sneak around and get some weapons."
At that moment both McJohn and The Gun started firing wildly.
"Jean!" screamed McJohn, "Run like hell! They're coming back again!"
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