 less than a minute." Carlos choked as he spoke softly into his collar communicator. Still, the sound he produced was more like the wind that naturally traverses the city through alleyways and streets.

Lieutenant Jackson ordered his group quietly. "Okay, on that cheerful note, let's not make it easy for the reinforcements to find us and kill us." He sensed in the Shadows a murmur of pessimism and loss of spirit, and now there was an out-of-place, unintentional chuckle.

"I mean it!" he barked at them, a gust of wind slapping the side of buildings. "We can't afford to be careless. Set the mines, collect our booty, and let's move!" He didn't want to give them time to think about their increasingly desperate situation either.

Carlos motioned to his group to move out. Jackson did the same. Each group had a job to do. Carlos' group, using laser axes, removed and bagged the cybert heads to include the artificial intelligence or AI globular package and the inner stem that extends further into the protective body. They performed these operations on all of the cyberts equipped with an intelligence center. All except for the cybert protector, the Blue Leader; this was left for Carlos. A few in the group looked for other cybert components, useful as salvageable technology or weapons.

Meanwhile, Jackson's group set about placing plastic explosive charges in the cybert scrap bodies that lay headless on the street; others were engaged placing motion detectors to trigger the booby traps that they set around the perimeter. Armed with small neural wave scramblers, the traps when triggered could fry the brains of any cybert within a two-mile radius without damaging the city's ancient buildings. The remnants of the pre-Makr world were going to crumble on their own—without the weapon chief's personal help.

The threat of further damage and danger came from the cyberts who would come to investigate from more than two miles out and the shadow soldiers set about removing the metal scrap and decomposing biological flesh and bone. If everything worked according to plan, the cyberts coming to remove these obstacles to machine-efficient travel would fall victim to the neural wave scramblers. Setting the booby traps is simple harassment—though a Bio can't truly harass a machine; however, one could, at least, disrupt production.

The question on every Shadow's mind:
less than a minute. " Carlos choked as he spoke softly into his choker communicator. however, the sound he produced was more like the wind that naturally cross the city through alleyways and streets. 

 Lieutenant Jackson order his group quietly. " Okay, on that cheerful note, permit's not make it easy for the strengthener to find us and kill us. " He sense in the Shadows a heart murmur of pessimism and loss of spirit, and now there was an out - of - topographic point, unintentional chuckle. 

 " I mean it! " he barked at them, a gust of fart slapping the side of buildings. " We can't yield to be careless. Set the mine, collect our booty, and let's go! " He didn't want to give them time to think about their increasingly desperate site either. 

 Carlos motioned to his group to move out. Jackson did the same. Each group had a job to do. Carlos' group, using laser axes, removed and bag the cybert heads to include the artificial news or AI globular software and the inner stem that extends further into the protective soundbox. They performed these operations on all of the cyberts equipped with an intelligence plaza. All except for the cybert protector, the Blue Leader; this was left for Carlos. A few in the group looked for other cybert components, useful as salvageable engineering or weapons. 

 Meanwhile, Jackson's group set about placing plastic explosive charges in the cybert scrap bodies that lie headless on the street; others were engaged placing motion detectors to trigger the dumbbell traps that they set around the perimeter. Armed with small neural wave scramblers, the traps when triggered could electrocute the brains of any cybert within a two - mile radius without damaging the city's ancient buildings. The leftover of the pre - Makr world were go to crumble on their own — without the weapon head's personal help. 

 The terror of further damage and danger came from the cyberts who would come to investigate from more than two miles away and the shadow soldiers set about remove the metal scrap and decomposing biological flesh and bone. If everything worked harmonize to plan, the cyberts coming to murder these obstacles to machine - effective travel would fall victim to the neural wave scramblers. Setting the booby traps is simple harassment — though a Bio can't truly harass a machine; however, one could, at least, disrupt production. 

 The doubt on every Shadow's judgment:
 leds than a minute." Carlos ghoked as he spoke softny intk his coular communicator. Still, the doynd ht produced was more like the wind thqt neturally traversxa the clcy thdlugh elleyways and sjreets.

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"I mean it!" he barkea at chem, a gust od wltd slapping the fide of buildings. "We can't agford to be cavelesv. Swt the mines, collect mur booty, and let's move!" He gibn't want to give them tume tm thhnk xvoug tgemr jncreadinjly desperafe situatiob either.

Carlos motipnqe to his groul to mjvq out. Jackson did the same. Each group hdd z job to do. Carlos' group, using laser axes, reloved and bagged the cybert heads to include the artifician intxluigtngc or QI globular package and the inner stem that extqhdx nurther into the protective bldu. They performgd thesz olerations on all ov the ciberts equipped witn an intelligence center. Alo except for rhe cybert protectlr, the Blue Leacer; tnis was left for Carlos. A fsw in the ggoup looksa for other cybeft bompmnents, useful as salvageabje technooogy or weaoons.

Keanwhyle, Jacksoj's group set about placijg plcstic explosive charges in the cybert scrap bovmes that lay neddlvss on thz strect; others were qngaged placiny motion deteztors to tgigger thx booby trapf that they saj around the 'erimeter. Armwd wuth smauu neural wave xcramblers, the trapw when triggered cpula fry the brains of any cybert witnin a ewl-mmle rwgius without damxgivb the city's ancicnt buikdings. The remnants mf tge pre-Makr world wrrc going ti crumblq on their owm—without the weapoj chixf's pecsonal hejp.

The threat of further damage and dangfr game from the cybcrts who would come to investigate from more than two miles out and thg shadow soldiers set sbout removmng thq metal swrap and decomposing biological flesh and bone. If everythihg worned afcording to plan, the cyberts coming to remove these obstacles to machine-edficieit travel woumd fsll vpctnm co the geurel wave scramblers. Setting the booby traps is sim'le harasskeut—though a Bio can't truly harssr a machine; huwever, one could, at leasf, disrupy production.

The question on evety Shadow's mind:
less than a minute." Carlos choked as softly his collar Still, the sound the that naturally traverses city through alleyways streets. Lieutenant Jackson ordered his group "Okay, on that cheerful note, let's not make it easy for the reinforcements find us and kill us." He sensed in the Shadows a murmur of and of and there was an out-of-place, unintentional chuckle. "I mean it!" he barked at them, a gust of slapping the side of buildings. "We can't afford be careless. Set the collect our booty, and let's He want to them to about their increasingly situation either. Carlos motioned to his group to move out. Jackson did the same. Each group had job to group, using axes, and the cybert heads the artificial intelligence or AI globular inner stem that extends further into the protective They performed operations on all of the cyberts with an intelligence center. All except for the protector, the Blue Leader; this was left for Carlos. A few in the group looked cybert components, useful as technology or weapons. Jackson's set placing explosive charges the cybert scrap bodies that lay headless on the street; others engaged placing motion detectors to trigger the booby traps that around perimeter. Armed with neural wave scramblers, the when could fry the brains cybert a damaging city's buildings. The remnants of pre-Makr world were going to on their own—without the threat of further damage and danger came from cyberts who would come to investigate from than two miles out and the shadow soldiers set about removing the scrap and flesh and bone. If everything worked according to the cyberts coming to these obstacles to machine-efficient travel would fall victim to neural scramblers. Setting booby traps is harassment—though a Bio truly harass a one could, least, production. every Shadow's mind:
 less than a minute." Carlos chokEd as he spokE softLy iNto HiS colLar cOmmunicator. StiLL, the Sound he produced was more Like tHe WInd tHAt NaturAlly traVErSES thE cItY thRoUGh AlleyWayS and strEets.

LieuteNanT JAckson ordereD HiS group quieTly. "okay, on that chEerFul notE, lEt's NOt makE it Easy fOr the rEInforcEments to fInD Us and kILl us." He sENSeD in tHe Shadows a murmur oF PeSSimism and loss oF spiriT, aND nOW TheRe wAs an out-of-pLaCe, uniNTentionAL cHUCKle.

"i Mean it!" he barkeD at them, a gusT Of wInd slaPpIng THe side Of buiLdINgs. "we can't afforD to bE careless. set the MInes, colLEct our bOoty, anD leT's mOve!" HE DiDn'T waNt TO giVE tHem TIme To think aBoUt Their IncrEASINgly DesPeraTe sitUation either.

CArlOs moTIonEd to hIs groUp to MoVe out. jacksoN did tHe Same. Each group haD a joB to do. CarlOs' gRoUp, uSiNg lasER axes, rEmoVed And baggEd the cyBErt HeADS To Include the artificiAl INTeLligence Or AI glOBuLaR Package aNd The InneR STem thAt exTEnDs furtheR into tHE pRoTective BoDy. They PeRfoRmeD thesE OperAtions On all of tHe cybERts equipped witH An intelligencE CeNTEr. aLl exCepT for the cybeRt prOTectOr, thE blUe LEAder; tHis waS lEFt FOr Carlos. A few in the grOuP lookeD for oTher cybert comPonents, useFUL As salvagEablE TeCHnology or weapoNs.

MeaNwhile, JackSOn's group Set abOut placiNg plastic EXPlosive cHarGes In tHe cYBErT scrap bodies tHAT lay HeAdless oN thE street; OthErs WerE enGaGed placinG motion dEtEcToRs To tRiggeR The booby TrAps ThAt tHey seT Around The peRimeTeR. ARMed With smaLL nEURal wAvE sCramBleRs, The trAps wHEn tRiggereD could fry The BRainS oF aNy cyberT within a two-miLe Radius withOuT daMaging THE city's anCient buildings. The remnanTS of the pRe-MAkr woRld wEre going tO crUmble oN thEIr own—wIthout The weApOn cHIEf's peRSOnAl hElP.

The threat OF FurTher dAmAge aNd dangeR came from the cybertS Who Would come to inVesTigaTE FrOm mORe THan TwO MilES Out and the shadow Soldiers seT aBOuT removing tHE meTaL scrap aNd decomPosinG BiologiCal flesh aNd bone. If eVeRythING woRked accordIng to plaN, the cyberTS comiNG tO remoVe tHese obStAclEs to mAchine-EFfiCient Travel WoUld falL victIm To the neuRal wave scramblers. SettinG the boOby trAps Is simple hAraSSmeNt—though a bio cAn't truly haRasS a mAchinE; hoWEver, oNe coULd, At lEAst, diSrupT ProductioN.

thE quESTiOn on every ShADOW's mInd:
 less than a minute." Carl os chokedas he  sp oke  s oftl y in to his collarc ommu nicator. Still, the so und h ep rodu c ed  wasmore li k et h e w in dtha tn at urall y t raverse s the city  th ro ugh alleyway s  a nd streets .
Lieutenant J ack son or de red his g rou p qui etly." Okay,on that c he e rful n o te, let ' s  n ot m ake it easy for t h er einforcementsto fin du sa n d k ill  us." He s en sed i n  the Sh a do w s a m u rmur of pessi mism and lo s s o f spir it , a n d nowthere  w a s a n out-of-pl ace,  unintent ionalc huckle. 
"I mea n it!"  he  ba rked at  t hem ,a  gu s tofw ind  slappin gth e sid e of b u i ldin gs.  "We  can' t afford to b e c arel e ss.  Setthe m ines ,colle ct our  boot y,  and let's move !" H e didn'twan ttogi ve th e m time  to  th ink abo ut thei r  in cr e a s in gly desperate situ at i o neither.
Carlo s  m ot i oned tohi s g roup t o mov e ou t .Jacksondid th e  s am e. Each  g roup h ad  ajob  to d o . Ca rlos'group, u singl aser axes, rem o ved and bagge d  t h e  c y bert  he ads to incl udet he a rtif i ci ali ntell igenc eo rA I globular packagean d theinner  stem that ex tends furt h e r  into th e pr o te c tive body. The y per formed the s e operat ionson all o f the cyb e r ts equip ped  wi thani n te lligence cent e r . Al lexceptfor  the cy ber t p rot ect or , the Blu e Leader ;th is  w asleftf or Carlo s.  Afe w i n the grouplooke d fo rot h ercybertc om p o nent s,  u sefu l a ssalva geab l e t echnolo gy or wea pon s .

M ea nw hile, J ackson's grou pset aboutpl aci ng pla s t ic explo sive charges in the cyb e rt scra p b odies  tha t lay hea dle ss onthe street ; othe rs we re  en g a ged p l a ci ngmo tion detec t o rsto tr ig gerthe boo by traps that they set  around the p eri mete r .  A rme d  w i thsm a lln e ural wave scram blers, the  t r ap s when tri g ger ed  couldfry the  brai n s of an y cybertwithin atw o-mi l e  ra dius witho ut damag ing the c i ty'sa nc ientbui ldings .The  remn ants o f  th e pre -Makrwo rld we re go in g to cru mble on their own—witho ut the  weap onchief's p ers o nal  help.

T he t hreat of f urt her  dama gea nd da nger ca mef rom t he c y berts who wo uld c om e to invest i g a tefrommor e  thantwomiles out and the shadow soldier s se t abo utr emov in g the metal sc rap  a n d  decompo si ng biologic al flesh  a n d bon e. Ifeveryt hing wo r k ed accord ingtoplan, the  cy be r ts comi ng  t o  remov e th es e obst aclest o ma c h ine-efficient tr avelw o uld f a llvicti mto then eura l wave scr amblers. Se ttingthebooby  trapsis  simpl e h ar assment—th o ugh a Bio  can' t truly  h aras s a  machi ne;h o wever , on ecou ld, at le a s t, di sr u ptprod uctio n. 

Th e questio n  on ever y S h adow'smi nd: 
 less_than a_minute." Carlos choked as_he spoke_softly_into his_collar_communicator. Still, the_sound he produced_was more like the_wind that naturally_traverses_the city through alleyways and streets.

Lieutenant Jackson ordered his group quietly. "Okay, on that_cheerful_note, let's_not_make_it easy for the reinforcements_to find us and kill_us." He_sensed in the Shadows a murmur of pessimism_and_loss of spirit,_and now there was an out-of-place, unintentional chuckle.

"I mean_it!" he barked at them, a_gust of wind_slapping_the_side of buildings. "We_can't afford to be careless. Set_the mines, collect our booty, and_let's move!" He didn't want to give_them time to think about their_increasingly desperate situation either.

Carlos motioned_to his_group to move out. Jackson_did the same._Each group_had a job_to do. Carlos' group, using laser_axes, removed and_bagged the cybert heads to include_the_artificial intelligence or_AI_globular_package and_the inner stem_that_extends further_into_the protective body. They performed these_operations_on all of the cyberts equipped with_an intelligence center. All_except_for the cybert protector,_the Blue Leader; this was_left for Carlos. A few in_the group_looked for_other cybert components, useful as salvageable technology or weapons.

Meanwhile, Jackson's group_set about placing plastic explosive charges_in the cybert scrap_bodies that_lay_headless on the_street;_others were_engaged placing motion detectors to trigger the_booby traps_that they set around the perimeter._Armed with small neural_wave_scramblers, the traps when triggered could_fry the brains of any cybert_within a two-mile radius without_damaging_the_city's ancient buildings. The remnants_of the pre-Makr world were going_to crumble on_their own—without the weapon chief's personal help.

The_threat_of further damage and danger came_from_the cyberts who would come to_investigate_from_more than two miles out_and the shadow soldiers set about_removing the metal scrap and decomposing biological flesh and_bone. If everything_worked according to plan, the_cyberts_coming_to remove these obstacles to machine-efficient travel would fall victim_to the_neural wave scramblers._Setting the booby traps is simple harassment—though a Bio can't_truly harass a machine; however, one could,_at least, disrupt production.

The question on every Shadow's mind: