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“Shit.”
An entire army of drones, it seemed, had poured down the street; Edward had tried to escape through a side street, but it was a dead end. He was pinned down in an alley.
Time to head up.
He leaped onto a roof, breath catching in his throat, and started to run. A familiar figure stood not too far away.
“A little help?” he called.















