In the cavernous training hall, Captain Kris Vogel stroked the gleaming metarm of her latest invention.
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Grace stood outside the armored door of her apartment on Floor 196 of the Frawley Building. “A bad protector? What the hell does that old mechflesh know?!” With her left hand, she hoisted the loafer wreckage from the floor after dragging it all the way from Bod Town.
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Grace motioned Zero and his PodPooch through the security checkpoint. She missed the eclectic archway that once greeted visitors to Raj’s neighborhood. Now there pulsed a plasma barrier above two dour compstate officers.
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Ahead was the neighborhood behind Raj’s. Unlike the heart of Bod Town with its dream castles, this area had smaller, older shops. Places where she could duck into, elude compstate should the need arise. And Tim was hundreds of times more stealthy than she because his mimic coat could look like anything, including the pile of metarm junk she saw to her left. Vaulting over the scrap pile, she headed down an alley.
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