CHARLOTTE AND THE OTHERS had hardly had time to shuffle back from the door before the Nano-T’s knife-like muzzle rammed through it and crashed to a halt, its nostrils snorting, its fetid breath blowing hot, its snarls filling the room. Then it retreated
“Jesus, the armory,” shouted Red. “Everyone get to the armory!”
Old Frank Miller poked his head out the shattered doorframe. “It’s circling the building,” he said. “And, Christ, the elevator’s on fire.”
“What the ...?” gasped Harley as he tripped over Gardner’s corpse.
Charlotte stared down at the body as they passed.
“I’ll explain later,” said Red. He snatched up a pair of scissors from Gardner’s desk and began cutting everyone’s bonds even as Charlotte started handing out weapons and ammo. “Maybe you better explain now,” she said.
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