The figure spun and dashed into the hall, Joscelin hard on its heels.

Trystin ran the comps again, letting the figures spin through him and across the circuit to the captain.

The armored figure spun; if something clad head-to-toe in armor could look surprised, then this creature certainly managed it.

But before Sonny could wonder any further, the tightly uniformed figure had spun about and marched away.

The figure spun happily around the square, tears streaming down its face.

Without even a glance at Thompson, the figure spun around and raced away down the corridor of Deck 7.

The figure spun toward them, the gun coming up.

Then, as if warned by some sixth sense, the figure spun around, reaching underneath his tan jacket.

He heard a cry of pain, and a figure spun round and fell awkwardly.

The figures he had mentioned to her spun through her head.