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Excerpt
“The Gov,” Foxtrot whispered, stating what they all saw. There was a shared sense of surprise, disbelief, awe and disgust all at once. The hair on the back of her neck stood. The myth of the man was so large it was strange to see him. He stood alone in front of the glass building they arrived at, a centralized data-processing plant in Calgary on the edge of the Bow river. The hydro-powered facility was a critical hub for crypto mining and surveillance.
She didn’t know what it meant that he came to them here in the city and didn’t summon them to the 49th where he was rumoured to hide in a facility below ground that was built to withstand a nuclear blast and the nuclear winter that would follow.
He stood alone, but a line of droids flanked in two rows on either side of him. Ten in front of him on each side, between the caravan and the Gov, ten behind him on each side between him and the building. The forty droids, kitted out with more weaponry than some militias could ever dream to be in possession of, towered in the space, eight feet tall each. They had humanoid shape, but their height was meant to intimidate and dwarf the rogue humans they were designed to eradicate. Their oval heads were opaque and glowed a dim gold in the dark night.
“If only the General could see us now,” Joyride whispered.
“I wouldn’t mention his name if I were you,” Boyer advised. Faulted men with faulted thinking throttling passengers towards their doom.
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