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Ling’s Mission Journal: Part V
Protestors run through the streets of Buenos Aires. Behind them, a pack of three small canine drones hunting them down.
Behind the canines, me—in the distance, but gaining.
I run on the spot and the moves co-ordinate into all four legs of my drone. The protestors cut down a side alley. They tip over trash bins. The dogs in front leap over them.
The protestors—two young guys with beards, wearing hoodies—scramble over a wall.
The dogs fire three rocket grenades at the wall. They blow a smoking hole in the concrete. They run through the hole.
I sprint through a swirl of black smoke after them.
The protestors go left. The dogs skid into the turn. I charge at the one at the back of the pack. I knock it into a wall and bound after the other two.
The dro
