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The Archer: Taylor Swift
I gasp at the sound of loud banging and I roll off my bed. I then grunt as I land hard on my back. An ache then passes through my head and the banging continues.
"Mac?" I furrow my eyebrows before getting up. I fix myself and the socks on my feet before heading downstairs. "What the hell are you doing?" I push some hair behind my ear. "It's 6:03." I see that the coffee table and couch are pushed away.
"Yeah, I'm building a carbon scrubber, can you, uh, give me a hand?" Mac sets the drill down.
"It's 6:03." I enter the kitchen and grab an ice pack for my head.
"I finally got the carbon measurement to 300 parts per million, but we're gonna need cheaper materials if we wanna deploy it worldwide." He drops the big metal box, but quickly gets his grip back on.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since five. I made Vienna noise cancelling headphones, but she already had ear plugs in."
"Yeah, she doesn't like the sound of the wind at night. Hurts her ears." I place the ice pack on the back of my head. "Do you wanna talk about this?" I head over.
"Talk about what?" Mac grabs a hammer. "Damn." He bangs on it a few times.
"Why?" Riley walks over. "It's 6:03."
"No, it's concussion hour." I stand up.
"Are we going camping?" She looks at the bags on the couch.
"Uh, no, I made you guys personalized apocalypse backpacks." Mac tells her.
"Backup battery for my rig." She opens a case.
"You got me a crossbow?" I pull the crossbow out from the back and set it up with my teeth, keeping the icepack on my hand.
"Woah, there, Daryl Dixon. I come in peace." She raises her hands up.
"This is about Codex." I place the crossbow down and kneel on one leg.
"Well, yes. I'm assuming they aretrying to wipe out a billion people in order to save the planet, unless we can come up with a better idea." Mac tells me.
"We don't need a better idea. We just need to stop them." I get up.
"Okay, so we stop them. And then what?" He gets up as well and hits the box with his hammer.
"Mac."
"Then we save all those people, but what's stopping us from killing the planet?" He keeps hitting the box.
"Mac."
"Why won't this-"
"Mac." I raise my voice, snatching the hammer from him.
