have been able to reach his distant, well-guarded heart. But since that was not the case, there was little point in mourning "what if ...".
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"How much longer will it be?" She asked the guard. He, surprised that the prisoner, who had been silent until then, even uttered a word, looked at his watch."About two hours left."
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"I should go for little girls."
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"That is not possible at the moment!" Came from the driver's cab, which was connected to the rear area via an intercom. "We are currently driving through a wooded area, but in about a quarter of an hour we will reach a village. There we will stop at the tavern and you will also get something to drink."
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Protesting made no sense anyway, so Lunch just nodded and sank back into her valley of tears, where she hadn't found out since last night.
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Suddenly, maybe five minutes had passed since she asked, the driver hit the brakes with a curse. A tree trunk lay across the roadway right in front of them. "What do we do now?" The driver asked the guard. It didn't matter to lunch as long as it was quick.
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"I'll get out and pull him aside," said the guard. "You will have to unlock the door."
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"I will!", The driver took out the key, got out and unlocked the rear door so that the security guard could get out.To be on the safe side, he drew his weapon and then climbed out of the car. Securing left and right, he went to the top of the tree and tried to pull a branch. Of course the tree was far too heavy for him alone. The driver had to lend a hand and just as they had managed to pull the trunk off the road, they heard the threatening sound of a revolver unlocking behind them. "May I ask the two gentlemen to raise their paws to the sky?" Asked a cultivated young voice.
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"Who are you? An accomplice of hers?" Asked the guard calmly. "You won't get very far, her face is known even in the smallest of towns because of the TV search."
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"Who is this" she "?" Asked the voice, puzzled. Only then did he seem to notice who he was looking at. "Ah ... so that's it. Hmm ... I guess I should turn the lights off for a while. Not personal, but I have something against prisons ..."<br />
"That ka ...", the driver started to protest, but something hard hit him on the temple and he sagged. The guard only had a moment before the same fate befell him.
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The owner of the pistol and the young voice bent down and took both their purses and all the keys from them. He looked over at the van and considered. "Well, why not?"
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Lunch was waiting impatiently for it to finally go on. How long did it take those two fools to pull a log off a road? She really needed it and she was thirsty too.
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Finally the door of the van was opened and bright daylight flooded into the windowless area, which had only been lit by the weak, artificial lighting. Blinded, she closed her eyes and turned her head away.
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"Do you want to put roots in there, Blondy?" Asked an unfamiliar voice. "I sent the two donkeys to sleep."<br />
Lunch's eyes slowly got used to the brightness and she could see the gun in the speaker's hand, even if his face was hidden in the shadows. Apparently she had no choice but to obey.
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With an effort she dragged herself to the door and then tried to jump. Unfortunately, her chain got tangled and she fell - right on the robber. The shot that came off the revolver brushed past her temple and pierced the roof of the car.
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They both went down. "Take it easy, Blondy. You don't have to fall around my neck about it."
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"I don't do that, you greenhorn," Lunch growled and rolled to one side.
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"Uff, I thought I couldn't breathe anymore." Her liberator got up. "Goddamn it, they packed you well. You are a big number, aren't you? What did you do?"
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“What's that to do with you?” Lunch got back on its feet with difficulty and held onto the open door of the car.Appropriately thick bushes grew a few paces away. She knew paper handkerchiefs in the pocket of her orange prison overalls and so she hobbled carefully but purposefully towards the bushes.
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“Stop, wait!” Her deliverer put his foot on the long chain that she was pulling behind her and it almost fell again. "Haven't you forgotten something? Or do you want to shuffle around with the iron parts for the rest of your life?"
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"I really don't care," Lunch replied tiredly. "I just have to go for little girls and I don't have the key in my pocket."
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"But I do," grinned the black-haired young man and twirled the guard's key ring on his index finger in a circle so that the keys clinked.
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"But, I don't think I'll need them". He closed his fist around the keys, squeezed hard once and opened his fist again. The twisted keys landed at his feet.At lunch the whole theater that was going on before her seemed completely exaggerated. Annoyed, she abruptly took a step forward, throwing the youngster off balance so that he was sitting on his four letters. "Sorry, but I don't have time to admire your superpowers and your cool appearance," she said curtly and dragged herself behind the bushes.
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The young man stared after her, a little baffled, and then started laughing. He grinned when she reappeared after a while. "May I take your chains off now?" He asked ironically.
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“What for?” For the first time she looked at him openly.
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The despondency and resignation in her look terrified him. But he quickly recovered himself, silently stepped up to her and broke the handcuffs with his bare hands. The chains also fell after a little firm request and she was able to stretch again for a long time, which she did with relish.
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"What are you going to do now?"he asked her.
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"I don't know," was her monotonous answer.
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"You know what?" He said after a moment. "Why don't you come with me? I have a small hut very close by, you can stay there until you decide."
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Since that was as good as anything else, Lunch nodded without much enthusiasm and trotted after him through the forest. The hut was really well hidden and was a massive structure made of wood with a red tile roof. "It's not very luxurious and I'm not really set up for guests," he apologized, a little embarrassed, and threw the door open. A rush of dusty air swept Lunch on her face, she turned her head and clutched her nose, but it was too late. "Haa ... Tschi!"
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"Health!" Laughed the black-haired young man. "I'm not the domestic type ..." He wanted her to wink and froze. Instead of the resigned, sullen blonde, there was suddenly a completely different woman with a friendly face and long, dark blue curly hair.<br />
"What ... how ... who are you?" He asked suspiciously and backed away from her.
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"Hasn't the other me introduced itself yet?" Asked the tame lunch. “But she also has no manners. Ouch!” She bent down and felt her sore knuckles. "Has she done something again?" She asked the still perplexed young man.
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"Well, I don't know for sure," he forced himself out. "Anyway, she was in a prison truck. I got her out of there."
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“How terrible!” Lunch put his fingertips to his lips in horror. "It must have come to this one day with her. Constantly robbing banks and robbing people - that's no life."
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"Uhh ...", he adjusted his red scarf. "actually ... actually it's not that bad as long as you don't get caught."
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"Well, I don't think that's okay," Lunch said firmly. "But it seems like we both owe you to get out of there.Usually she can do it on her own, but lately she's only been drinking when it was her turn. I'm glad I don't have to have your headache. "Since he was still standing in the doorway, she remembered her good manners." Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself yet. "She bowed." I'm lunch, at least one of the two of us. Every time one of us sneezes, the other takes her place. It's pretty exhausting in the long run. And who are you?"
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"Me? Oh, my name is C17. I'm a cyborg."
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"What is a cyborg?" Asked Lunch.
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"A mint made of humans and robots," explained C17. "I am very strong and very dangerous."
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"Aha", Lunch wasn’t impressed in the least. "Does that mean that you have to be oiled every day? Is there somewhere you can be opened if you lose a wheel or a screw is loose? Do you live on electricity or gasoline?"
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"No and no and neither nor," said C17, unsettled by her lack of fear.<br />
"Except for my strength and speed, everything else is the same as with everyone else. I eat, sleep, drink and bleed."
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“That's good.” Lunch clapped her hands in delight. “I don't know that much about machines.” She glanced through the open door. "Looks like you could use a little help, C17. Do you have an apron somewhere?"
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"I don't think so," he said, surprised when she entered the hut, slipped out of her boots at the second threshold and grabbed the broom.
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"Then you should get one. I also need liquid soap, wood care products, a bucket, at least thirty cleaning rags, a large tub,
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a clothesline, lots of clothespins, soap powder and a washboard, sewing accessories, a set of new pots, vegetables, eggs and ... "
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It ended with C17 writing everything down and then going straight to get the things requested. To do this, he flew to the next, larger city, hid his black hair under a hat and took off the scarf.<br />
By the time he had all things together it was evening. Luckily he hadn't gotten around to squandering the booty from his last five raids. At least that way he could pay for everything in cash. With a mountain of purchases he flew back to where lunch was waiting for him. "I can't start if I don't have that," she said, and fished the face mask she had insisted on from the mountain of goods. Her voice sounded a little dull through the gauze. "With all the dust, I'll probably have to