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- Behind Doom Machine, a block down the street, Vortex and Hammerspace blink into existence. Hammerspace levels a large soviet sniper rifle at Doom Machine’s back. Something, maybe a facial tick, maybe a reflection, maybe the sound of Hammerspace’s shoes against the pavement, maybe the smell of gun oil – something gives them away. Doom Machine doesn’t even turn around. He shoots some kind of death ray, mounted on the back of his head, at Vortex and zaps him into a smoldering heap. I can’t hear Hammerspace from this distance, but I can see him glance down and curse.
- “I GROW TIRED OF THIS FOOLISH GAME, HUMAN!” Doom Machine bellows.
- Hammerspace raises his rifle and takes a shot, but the bullet flattens against Doom Machine’s armor and clanks to the street in front of us.
- - Chapter 27
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