A couple of the floors, though, had windows smashed out and robots behind them, the kind you sometimes saw pictures of working in factories—long pneumatic arms loaded with special tools and sensors. Except these ones had cannon and range-finding equipment. They were silent now; their power sources fused by the sabotage Cassie’s group had carried out with the help of the Dresses. There were probably others, on other floors, but there was no indication they were working either.
They’d succeeded in their aim. The building was disabled and any serious weaponry, the kind that needed a power feed, had been made useless. Once the units at ground level worked the city center defenses had been breached, they’d attack. The rebellion had reached its endgame, in this city at least.
And yet they didn
