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Allie backed up against Drifter’s chest and pointed a shaking finger at the machine. “W-what’s that?”
Drifter grasped my arms. “A tank droid.”
“I’m guessing that means attack.”
“Most definitely.”
I tilted my head back to look into his worried face. “So, what do we do?”
Another of the compartments opened and a few seconds later another needle-crazed droid emerged. Drifter grabbed her hand and turned them away from the machines. “We run.”
“Again?” Allie yelped before she was pulled down the passage.
The droids beeped and gave chase. These ones weren’t quite as fast as their smaller counterparts, but they kept up with the pair. They turned to and fro, finding that other corner compartments had opened in preparation for their arrival. They would pass through the intersection
