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Mack opened his eyes and unplugged the cable from his forearm then rushed to the center of his trailer and opened the panel in the floor. He reached into his secret box and took out several metal parts and began to rip them into pieces, bending them, intertwining and pressing some of them together until a shape began to form.
His fingers worked like clockwork, molding the metal until the small pieces turned into a rusty metallic rose.
Mack held the rose up to the light and examined it from all sides. ‘Perfect.’
He opened the small compartment in his chest and hid the rose inside.
