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12 Dec 2011
Suddenly the gloved hands descended on him and palmed his face. The faceless figure bent ahead and the smooth surface of the visor pressed against Alan’s forehead. He reached there and touched the sides of the helmet; the grumbling grew louder, blissful. His fingers slid backwards on the black plastic and Alan felt a small trigger activating. The helmet retracted and Alan screamed.