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AND THEN THERE WERE…
“Gwendolyne!” Gideon’s voice was thick with emotion. “You really came! Listen, we need your help, we’ve got to get these people out of here, Kroll’s planning to…”
She stopped him in his tracks, “No Gideon. You need to listen to me. If you meant what you said about helping the Family, then this is your moment, there won’t be another one. Now get onboard and let’s go.” She pointed at the hole in the wall, where the smoke and dust had settled enough to reveal the most bizarre vehicle Gideon had ever seen.
Two badly damaged Dragonfly fuselages, stripped of their ray-like wings, sat atop a wide steel platform forming an ad-hoc catamaran. A pair of mammoth railguns, which looked as though they had been torn from the deck of a last-century battleship, nestled between th
