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The gymnasium thrums with the low, collective chatter of worker drones, a cheerful noise that only sharpens the anxious silence hanging between us at the edge of the dance floor. I stand rigid, my tail betraying me with another flick against the polished linoleum as I scan the entrance again. My claws dig shallow crescents into my forearms, my knuckles pale, my eyes darting back to the doors where Uzi should have been twenty minutes ago. The air is thick with spilled punch and my own poorly concealed dread.