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- Just as I’m thinking this, something flashes off to my left. I whirl, ready to fight. It’s a photographer standing not fifteen feet from me. He snaps another picture of me standing atop the destroyed mecha.
- “Get inside, idiot!” I shout at him.
- “No way, this is gonna make my Pulitzer,” he says from behind the viewfinder.
- In the time it takes him to blink I’ve crossed the distance between us and shattered his camera all over the ground. “There, now you don’t have any reason to stay out here.”
- He shouts some truly inventive profanity at me, but I’m already leaving him behind and approaching Mach 1.
- - Dreadnought, Chapter 34
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