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Shay's abdomen.
    'Their nanos and ours are reaching an impasse at her throat, fighting it out there...'
    “That's not an answer!” McCall said, fighting his way through the crowd towards the others, the guests barely paying attention to the theatrics adjacent to the President's address, rapt by his speech.
    “I really don't think I'm making much difference here,” said Hayes. “Although it is nice to be this close to you...” he said to Shay, who rolled her eyes amidst trying to find her next breath.
    “She's still alive, so keep going, y'ass!” McCall said, closing in on them. “I'll trach her if I have to, but y'got to keep her alive 'til I get through these fuckers.”
    “Alright, I'll just keep thrusting and thrusting. That's how y'like it, right Shay?” he said, with another thrust. “Nice and deep.” another thrust. “Slow and steady, huh?”
    Shay's eyes went wide. She could feel the nanos in her head, scuttling through her blood vessels, battling one another for supremacy.
    “Harder and harder,” Hayes continued, with another thrust. “Deeper and deeper,” and another.
    Shay's lips began to quiver uncontrollably, followed by her teeth chattering, a shiver running up and down her body. Her forehead was rippling, skull feeling like it was turning to jelly as a pounding in her head started getting louder and louder.
    “I'll just keep going and going...” said Hayes, with another thrust. “Til I blow your back doors off.” another thrust.
    Shay's head burst into a fountain of blood and grey matter, caking the walls, splattering across the floor, showering Hayes in her cranial effluence. He looked down at the hole on her shoulders where her neck and head used to be, eyes shining white under a mask of blood and brain.
    “Well, I did not see that coming...” he said, as he dropped her decapitated body.
    The security staff started flocking from all corners of the room, McCall fighting through them and the guests to get to Hayes. The President glanced over briefly, checking the monitor at the podium to confirm that none of the spectacle was seen by the cameras. It appeared clear, and he was moments from finishing his speech, taking a glass of champagne from beneath the podium, raising it for a toast.
    'What the fuck just happened?' Kali asked.
    Hayes looked at the remnants of the champagne flute that lay on the floor surrounded by  Shay's body.
    “Kali, you said nanos, right?”
    'What?'
    “Nanos fucked with Shay's shit, right? They could be edible, time-released, yeah?”
    'Maybe? I'd need time to analyse them.'
    “No time.” said Hayes, as four security staff pounced on him. He redirected strength, and threw them aside as he made his way up to the podium. Another agent grabbed Hayes from behind, McCall dove in and tackled him out the way.
    The crowd watched in silence as the President toasted them and drank the champagne, aghast at the spectacle they finally noticed was occurring just off-stage. Further security tried to interject with the supposed ISSC agents, Hayes and McCall dealing with them accordingly.
    Hayes took to the stage and grabbed the President by the tie.
    “Did you just fucking drink that?” he asked.
    “Do you mind?” said the President. “This is an address to the nation!”
    “Do you want to address the nation as a headless corpse?” Hayes asked, tightening his grip and tugging again on the President's tie. “Did you fucking drink it?”
    “Yes, of course...” said the President. “This is a celebration.!”
    “Yeah? Well they're gonna be celebrating your head exploding any minute now...”
    “Wha--?” asked the President, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throat beginning to close.
    Hayes looked back at McCall, who was fighting to keep the secret service agents back.
    “Well you're no fucking help...” he said to him. “Kali, what can I do to stop this guy exploding?”
    “ess-plodi--?!” the President said, his throat not allowing the words