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Mollie opened a doorway in the back of the bathroom stall door. Its twin opened half a world away. A warm breeze and the scent of hibiscus wafted into the bathroom. She stepped from New Mexico to Punjab. The hedge kept her in shadows. They passed. She waited for a moment to convince herself her arrival had gone unnoticed. Then, very carefully, she created a new doorway in the terrace.
This was much smaller than the one in the bathroom, though, more porthole than portal. Its twin opened in the ceiling of a casino in Talas, Kazakhstan. It showed her rows of overturned slot machines and stools, illuminated by the erratic flickering of damaged fluorescents. Some of the machines had been smashed until they spewed out coins.
A rhythmic metallic crunching and jingling told her somebody was nearby. Petty cash. Not worth it if Mollie could find a better score. Ffodor had taught her to appreciate the trade-off between time spent and reward gained. She moved the Talas end of her transdimensional doorway to another corner of the casino. This time its opening favored her with the stench of rotting food. Mollie glimpsed an overturned buffet table, dented steam trays one looked like it had stopped a bullet , and snowdrifts of slimy black caviar on the floor.
She also saw plenty of smashed and battered furniture including a leather couch stippled with bullet holes. There were bodies, too. Including— Mollie gasped. Something sour crept up her throat. She coughed twice, trying to force it down. He sure as hell deserved better than to rot abandoned and forgotten in this shithole at the ass-end of the world. Mollie swallowed down sour gorge. This was a dangerous train of thought. None of this was her fault. None of it. Her third field of view looked over the gaming floor.