My chest heaves as I press myself against the alley wall, those robots are getting faster by the day. My fingers tighten around the gun in my palm and check the ammo. Three bullets, shit. I hear the clanking of metal on pavement getting closer, only to be halted by an earsplitting crash, followed by a familiar voice Ryan: Will these parts suffice? Ryan? I poke my head out, confirming my suspicions. He’s standing over the remnants of a robot and… who’s with him?
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