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Machine Death Posse
Inge and Roni found themselves flanked from all sides. Each escape route blocked by a small unit of soldiers, with more rushing onto the scene as support.
A soldier with a loud hailer instructed them to come out and lay down their weapons.
“Which way do you wanna go?” Roni asked.
“Does it matter?” Inge said.
“Yeah, it matters which grids I activate and in what order.”
“Okay, the elevator,” Inge said.
As the soldiers laid down the first fire, Inge and Roni ducked low, staying close to the mainframe terminal.
Roni held down Ctrl and Alt on the keyboard. She jabbed several keys in a row. A grid system lit up green onscreen—four different blocks.
“Hand me a gun,” Roni said.
Inge handed Roni her pistol.
Roni emptied the clip into screen and hard drive. The ter
