“What spooks a robot?” I craned my head to get a better look. Another robot exploded in a tornado of sparks and flaming wires.
Cantrell jammed his helmet onto his head. “It seems someone has our back out there,” he roared through the radio. “We need to take advantage of our good fortune.” Hiro checked his ammunition before handing him a knife. Cantrell switched his gaze to Bofor. “Wait here. There's no sense in you going out there armed with nothing more than your ugly mug.”
Bofor scowled, but remained silent. A guy armed with a guitar (an actual guitar, not the sonic type) would be as useless as a fart in a blizzard. I clutched my handgun with both hands and held the side of the barrel to the top of my helmet and started breathing deeply and methodically. Although it appeared like I was
