I was about to turn and run when Janero dropped a hand on my left forearm. “Don"t run,” he commanded. “You won"t outrun it.”
“What the hell do we do?” I asked, consumed by panic.
“We wait.”
Shocked, I turned toward the c*****e in the street. The creature clamped down on the robot"s right wrist and mine seemed to throb in response. Its teeth tore and pulled at the armored arm but the beast seemed to grow more furious at the lack of meat and bones on its prey. It hopped off the robot and turned its amber eyes toward us. I could almost taste the hatred in those eyes. It sprang at us before I even had time to react.
A blast rocked the creature"s flank but it turned, unfazed. It whirled in the direction of its attacker. The robot stood behind it with an arm raised. Its fingers pointed at ou
