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Outgunned
As the guards came running and blasting around the corner, we were already blasting back.
The problem was, the guards weren’t made of flesh and blood. They were seven feet tall and made of some kind of dark-grey plastic, like stormtroopers on steroids.
We fell back along the corridor and into a huge, empty lab. We took up positions behind counters, staying low, shooting when we could.
There were three of them. My guess was they came from the same factory as the dogs me and Philippe had run into at the farmhouse. Only they were faster, smoother and far more advanced. They moved like real people. It was freaky. And scary.
They pinned us down, splitting up and moving around the lab in front of us.
Inge pulled the ring from a grenade and tossed it over the counter. The dron
