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Grimacing, the paramedic twists a cigarette between his fingers but doesn't light it, not wanting to create a smell, even though he feels like it. Without taking his hand off the "first" blade and remembering the grueling training regimen in Schingen last year, and undoubtedly many others since then, he stretches 365 times more intensely than during the "Akira" and "Don't get your ass kicked by the teacher" operations, as he follows the trail of blood.