2013 08 07 4

Wed Aug 7 2073

Tyson watches his body deal and be dealt damage. Something rocks the engine block and there's no escape. Torques whiz-bang drone kicks open from the back of the GMC, it's own LMG spewing red tracer rounds. Someone in the dark gets hit. The kid., is the last he thinks before collapsing into the cold broken street in this horrid ghetto as blood pours into his eyes. What's left of the team are just ragged breathes and motionless bodies.

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