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“f**k Reg! That doesn’t look good for Monterrey!” Laro cried.
Reggie Trullo had walked to the shot Sepulchrian just to assure himself that the bastard was really dead. With the boot of his spacesuit, he kicked the decapitated body. There was no response. “This one’s really dead. Or he must also be able to grow a new head…” He laughed at his own joke.
Laro couldn’t laugh about it. He watched as the hostile robot pressed its large claws into the hull of the robot they overpowered. Right where Monterrey was in her cabin. Locked up. Trapped like a rat, she couldn’t go any further. If he and Reggie didn’t do something, she’d be a dead man.
The large claw pushed into Monterrey’s cabin further and further. In her cabin, Monterrey watched anxiously as the hand got closer and closer. The wal
