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... f his usual clinical detachment.
The air above the 101 Highway didn’t just ripple; it tore. Three P.A.C.I.F.I.C. Eraser Drones—matte-black triangles of industrial weight—dropped through the Bile-green rain. They didn’t circle for position. They moved with a terrifying, mechanical certainty, their thrusters displacing the thick mist with a series of sharp, pressurized huffs.
"Maddie, anchor!" Will commanded.
A laser designator, blood-red and steady, centered on Will’s c ...
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