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"Together then ... but I'll go first." Isabelle replied, taking a breath to calm her nerves. " Just ... be ready to run ... just in case."

She stood, suiting actions to words, and began to make her way along the roadside. Although she drew strength from committing to the decision, her mouth was dry as she approached the bridge.
"Fee," said the man on the bridge as she approached.

"Fie," he said in a voice like he was chewing on gravel. The closer she got, the bigger he was. He was eight feet tall, looming over her, head and shoulders. Even the stop sign clenched in his fist was smaller than he was.

"Foe," he said, and there was a sound that was distinctive even through the Durance. A sound so memorable that it echoed through a hundred movies and games to land squarely in the 'dread' section of the brain. The distinctive shuck-shuck of a shotgun cocking.

"Fum," he said, raising his left hand to point the shotgun at her one-handed, as she was just before him on the bridge. His features were still obscured by the light behind him, but he was wearing the neon green vest of a construction worker.

"I smell the blood of an American."