Amiko knew well the sound of metal claws piercing flesh. She didn't know how long she had, so she carefully, with as little movement as possible, pressed the signal for backup and reached for the trick-latch she'd used to get herself into the crate.
...And bursts out, holding a blade in one hand and the book in the other.
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