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"I have ways of persuasion." Laura stepped back and lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of lean, tan thighs. "You like what you see?"
Myers's eyes were locked downward. "Definitely."
"Too bad." Laura dropped her raised thigh and kicked hard with the opposite leg, dropping Myers to the floor with a blow to the groin. She hopped over his cursing form, unplugged the brain's case with a hard jerk, and dashed for the door with her mother's brain and case in her arms.
Laura managed to manipulate the knob enough to open the door to the hallway, but Myers was with her the moment she stepped out, stepping in front of her and putting his own arms around the case.
"The hell you can't!"
Laura tried a groin kick once more, but the wiser Myers only twisted to one side and allowed his opponent to throw herself off balance. Her resulting fall tore the case out of both sets of arms and tossed it to the hallway floor, where it shattered on impact.
The late Mrs. Tomsen's brain went bouncing and rolling down the vinyl floor of the hallway, a nest of wires flapping along with it. The brain finally rolled to a stop at the feet of a security guard, who looked down at the organ with a hanging jaw. The jaw shut firmly with rage after he looked up at the two still lying on the floor. "What in the hell do you think you two are doin'?"
Myers pushed himself up, then pulled Laura up. "Just run: they'll never press charges."
Laura slapped his hand away. "Now you're the one who's crazy! I'm not going to run like a fugitive!"