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Sweat-stale air that stank of blood and vomit puddled around Phoenix as they drooped against the pear-shaped airlock door blocking them from home. Blood dripped down their cheek. Cleaning up was going to be a joy.Phoenix really didn't need the bruises Reilly's gang had given them. Didn't need a call from Mother even more but that's what they got as they straggled home.Didn't matter. Phoenix was free and clear and they were staying free. No matter what it took.