Missed one yesterday so it's a two-fer today.
The pen head poked through the back of Johnson's neck, blood seemed to well from the tip. Before he slumped to the floor like a sock monkey he had time to attempt to draw four short, ragged breaths that did nothing but flood blood into his lungs. The team never even had a chance to attend to their fallen comrade as a barrage of pens were fired from within the room. Alpha's arms were a mechanical blur as he windmilled near the far wall, scooping handfuls of pens each time his arms rotated, embedding in walls and body armor alike.
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