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- “Anderson does aim to please,” Phineas said as he accepted. Meanwhile, Shaw counted down in her head from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
- “Gotcha…” Shaw mumbled under her breath, gently letting go of the old man’s hand and taking several steps backward.
- The demo models all shut down as an electromagnetic pulse ripped through the building. Seconds later, the rest of the mobile task force crashed into the warehouse.
- “Phineas…” Miles shouted, his jaw dropping in terror.
- “Run, Miles!” The old man shouted, quickly reaching into his jacket pockets and throwing their contents at the droids as Shaw began to draw her pistol.
- ***
- How are his bionic limbs still working? Shaw thought to herself as a deafening ringing filled her ears. They should be fried. What is he?…
- ***
- Hunting Anderson
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