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   All four of us fell out the window and into the street. Claudia landed on her back. She reached for Boris but the politicians were rolling out after us, snarling at us, gnashing their teeth. “We’ll never get two like this again!”, they hissed. “They must be worth a fortune!”

   Claudia called out Boris’s name.
    “Leave me!”, he commanded over the din of scrambling monsters.
    “Tie him up!”, they screeched. “Tie his hands and feet!”
    I grabbed her hand as the brokers landed all around us. “He told us to get out of Buenos Aires! We have to leave him!”
    Three went for her as she tried to get up. I snapped one’s head off. Pat and Nanette bit the others in half. Eight more slammed to the ground.
    “For God's sake, run!”, yelled Pat.
    One had Nanette by the tail, another by her ears. “Get these things off me!”, she screamed.
    Claudia slashed the hands off one of them. I broke the back of the other with my heel. We picked ourselves up and ran for our lives. The green freaks followed us snapping and grabbing at our ankles. People in the streets screamed in fear and disgust. We tore through alleys and spun around corners and gradually one by one they fell off gasping for breath and clutching their chests until we were alone, running through the streets and across the city to the balloon we knew would be waiting for us.