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- Bang.
- A gunshot rang out. Anderson backed up slightly in shock, the projectile hitting him in the torso. He turned to the source. Merlo stood in the auditorium doorway, pistol raised.
- “Kill him, and you kill Jason or Medea. We’ve linked a kill agent between his vital signs, mine, and theirs. Either of us dies, so do they.”
- “You’re bluffing.”
- “Want to take that chance?” Merlo raised her pistol. “Try me. Otherwise your friends are right there. Go get them.”
- “So just like that, you’re done? You think I was born yesterday?”
- “You’ve sliced up our team wizard, and crushed the spine of my second in command. I’ve only got this 9mm. The time for tricks has long passed,” Merlo stated coolly. “You’ve won. Collect your goddamn prize.”
- Anderson and Merlo’s gazes locked for a minute, and then the cyborg began to move toward the stage.
- ***
- Bal-chatri
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