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I prowled through the room, looking for air vents, deadly
weapons, or escape hatches, and tried to keep Chance and the others out of my
head. The all had to be alive. I was sure that Dominick would want to toy with
everyone a bit more before his big dénouement, and if they were here, which I
desperately hoped, they were probably in other rooms nearby. I'd hit my fists
as hard as I could against all of the walls in the room, hoping at the least to
get some kind of a response and at best to suddenly find superhuman strength
and knock a me-sized hole in the wall, but from the dull thumps and sore fists
that resulted, I figured the walls were heavily soundproofed and reinforced.
My inventory left me with nothing more deadly than a toothbrush, a
bottle of expensive French perfume and the vase on the table. If I were
MacGuyver, I'd already be out of here, but since I was just plain old Lucky
MacFarlane, I was shit out of luck. I did, however, have the means to smell
good and keep my teeth clean while I was confined. 
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