Unclean size

Sophia dimmed the lights and started the overhead projector. An image came up on the screen, grainy and tinged blue, depicting a three-storey-tall detached humanoid torso attacking the members of a mobile task force.

"Oh," Lucretia nodded. "That is very horrible."

"Yes. And the worst part is, they're not susceptible to firearms. At least not what we usually equip our MTFs with."

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