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((Obviously, violently incomplete))

She wanted to kill whomever had written the Road Worker's Manual of Practices. Assuming there was a manual. There had to be a manual. Procedures as cruel as these don't get invented on the spot except by men of rare genius and malice. No, the work of those men are arts, subtle and cruel. This had the flavour of science. Careful, mediated, meditated precise. She counted down from five.

( On cue, the horn sounded. )