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Plumley lays on the ground, barely moving as his suit smolders. His soft moans of agony break through the sudden silence permeating the arena. 

 The competitors, the Command Room staff, even the men behind the cameras, are all stunned. Adrien’s devastating balance of natural talent and power seems to grow every year.

 Inside the Command Room, Edmond Lau grins. By instinct, he is tempted to switch on the wrist mic and give Adrien a word of encouragement. But he stops himself. He can't appear impartial on live television.

 Caine moves busily across the room, directing the lab coats and swiping the screen on her tablet device simultaneously, still clearly upset that Adrien is competing.
CAINE
I'm activating the remaining medication apps in Plumley's suit. Hopefully, it'll be enough. Thank God we only have one more exhibition left. Contact the infirmary. We'll be delivering Mr. Plumley to them as soon as we're done.