After the Revolution: Chapters Eighteen, Nineteen, and Twenty

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on the street. After Anne's abduction. The next day, she'd
volunteered for four extra hours of duty in the emergency ward.
She changed bandages and administered antibiotic salves and delivered food
to wounded soldiers until her eyes started to glaze over
and doctor Brandt ordered her home. She'd barely had the
energy to eat that night, but by the time her
driver dropped her off at the House of Miriam, it

(01:29):
was dark and there'd been no one waiting for her.
That strategy hadn't worked. The day after that, doctor Brandt
had even tried to send her home early. Sasha had
talked him out of it, but not out of sending
her back downtown at the normal time. She was sure
her driver must have noticed how anxious she was. By
the time they reached the main drag, she was drenched

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in sweat her hands were shaking. She asked him to
drop her off a half block down from the normal
spot so she could enter the square from the left
side and get a good look at who was hanging
out near the house us of Miriam. Alexander had been there,
of course, sitting out in front of a building two
doors down from the house, along with one of his friends.
Avoiding them had brought her to the Cafe Clement, and

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then something she could only assume was God's providence had
bumped her into a manual. He was sweet and fun
to talk to, and it was actually refreshing to have
a conversation with someone who didn't constantly quote scripture or
pastor Mike. She was surprised at herself for feeling that way.
A few weeks ago, she'd have given anything to have
an open conversation about her beliefs, but now that she

(02:31):
was deep within the Kingdom, it was nice to talk
about normal things with a normal boy. The next day
had brought her back to the hospital, which was filled
with wounded soldiers from an air strike on a troop transport.
Sasha had spent nine hours without a break helping doctor
Brandt cut clothing off of horribly burned young men. She'd
applied slick, gummy burned dressings and changed ivy drips of

(02:53):
pain killers. The day was long, bloody, and brutal. Four
men died in front of her eyes, and there was
no time to really think about it. She knew that
she should have been more horrified at what she was seeing,
but the exposed organs and burnt, shriveled limbs didn't feel
like parts of people. Even the screams felt more like
rhode hazards or bad weather than damaged pieces of human beings.

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They were obstacles to be dealt with. She and doctor
Brandt dealt with them well. A still small voice in
the back of her mind recoiled in horror at the
sheer volume of human misery she saw that day, But
that voice was quieter than it had been on other days,
and it grew quieter as the day went on and
the death toll mounted. Sasha had read about post traumatic
stress disorder back in school. She understood the mechanics of it,

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that people tended to cope with terrifying situations by suppressing
their fear. But this didn't feel like that. It felt
like she was just doing her job, and she enjoyed
her job. Before she knew it, ten hours had gone by,
and doctor Brandt demanded she find a ride back to
the House of Miriam and get some rest. That was
the first time in the entire day when Sasha felt

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truly scared. It started in her chest. Her heart fluttered
faster and faster, until the flutter turned to a pounding
so loud it felt like someone was smashing a hammer
on the inner walls of her cranium. She pressed her
back hard into the seat of the jeep and hoped
her growing panic wasn't obvious to the driver. He dropped
her off on the other side of the square again.
She didn't see Alexander or his comrades near the House

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of Miriam this time, but she knew that didn't mean
they weren't watching the place. She had plans to meet
Emmanual again anyway. Sasha half expected him to have moved
on since she'd been so late, but he was there
standing out in front of the Cafe Clement when she arrived.
I'm sorry, I'm so late, she said. He shrugged in response,
I just got here myself. They dismissed us late. We

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had a special lecture before dinner about a His face
grew red and he trailed off about what she poked.
Maybe let's just sit down first, huh. So they found
a seat and ordered their coffee. Manny tried to change
the subject by asking Sasha about her day, but she
is curious about his reaction and would not be dissuaded.

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I'll tell you all about my day. If you tell
me about that lecture and why just thinking about it
made your face go red. He grew redder and stared
down into his coffee. Pastor came over to lecture us
about our duty and helping to heaven the kingdom grow.
You know our duty, Emmanuel gave her a significant look.
She gathered his meaning, and then she blushed too. That's

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why they bust us out here every day, he continued.
It's so we can get to know the local women
and then get to know them in the biblical sense.
She laughed in spite of herself. I think that was
the first off color joke I've heard in weeks. It
felt good and risque. It was actually the same sort
of thrill she'd gotten back home when she'd sneakily read

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issues of Revelator and browsed the media feeds of various
martyrs brigades. You know, Emmanual, she said, You're not quite
like anyone else I've met here. It's nice to meet
someone who wasn't afraid to joke. I didn't think I'd
as that. He was quiet for a little while. Manny
stirred his coffee awkwardly cast his eyes down. He went paler,

(06:08):
you seem different too. I don't know this place. Maybe
it's not exactly what we thought it would be. She
should have gotten angry at that. It was the kind
of common that could have gotten a manual into a
lot of trouble. Why would he say that to me,
she wondered, And why am I okay with all this?
Maybe it was Marigold rubbing off on her. Maybe it
was just gradual disillusionment, the climax of a process that

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had started with Alexander's betrayal. But the heavenly Kingdom no
longer felt magical or even all that holy. It's complicated here,
she finally said. I mean, before I came here, I
knew it couldn't be perfect no places, but yes, it's
not what I'd hoped to find exactly. Sasha felt a
spike of panic as soon as the words left her mouth.

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You barely know this man, Sasha. His whole job might
be ferreting out potential disloyalty. She coughed and tried to
walk her admission back a little. It's still better than
the STF or any of the other Heathen states. I
have to keep telling myself that what's important is what
we're fighting for, not the imperfections we have to live
with in this moment. Hmm. He gave an oncommittal grunt

(07:14):
that surprised her. She hadn't expected anything specific exactly, but
that surprised her. He started to say something else, then
his eyes went wide. Who he started to say? Sasha
heard boot falls, She felt the presence of several tall
men behind her. The heavy, familiar scent of Alexander's cologne
filled her nostrils. Modern Emmanuel Sanchez, Miss Sasha, May the

(07:37):
blessings of the Lord be with you and also with you,
Sasha replied by rote. Emmanuel chimed in a second or
two later. He sounded a bit awkward, like he wasn't
exactly sure which words to use. Alexander pulled up a
chair and set it against the right side of the table.
He sat down, placing himself between them. He rested one
arm on the table, but his left arm hung directly

(07:59):
over his eyed arm. He looked at Emmanuel, smiled, and
then looked at Sasha. She felt a wave of nausea,
grabbed her by the guts and tug His lips curled up,
revealing his straight white teeth. Excuse me, Manny said, but
who are you? Alexander looked back to Manny, his expression unchanged. Mada,

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Alexander du Bois, I'm a friend of Sasha's, he glanced
back at her with a wink that curdled her stomach.
And I'm also in charge of recruitment for the Storming Battalion.
Never heard of it, Emmanuel said, in a gruff, clipped tone.
Sasha realized she was shaking a little. Alexander's lips curled
up into an even more ghoulish variant of his already

(08:41):
unsettling smile. He replied, there's a reason for that, Mada Sanchez.
The Storming Battalion plays a key role in our success
on the battlefield. They've been central in every one of
our victories. We don't publicize their work for various reasons,
but I assure you it's a distinct anna to be
recruited by me. That's actually why I'm here, Emmanuel. We've

(09:05):
chosen you. By now, it felt like the pit of
Sasha's stomach was boiling. Something terrible was clearly happening. Even
Emmanual seemed to realize that his face had gone pale.
His pupils were the size of dinner plates. I ah,
thank you for the honor, but I'm happy with my unit.
I e feel that's where the Lord needs me. My

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friend Aaron Alexander put a hand up, flat palm facing Emanual,
your comrade will be taken care of, and we'll be
the judges of where the Lord needs you. Trust me,
We've got a lot more experience interpreting his will than
you do. There's a reason the cross flies over this
entire city. Emmanuel half stood in his chair. It was

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a sudden gesture, and a faintly aggressive one. Sasha noticed
his hands were bawled up into fists. His eyes darted
left and right. He seemed to be looking over the
heads of Alexander and his men. Alexander tensed. Both the
men put hands over their side arms, but Emmanuel didn't
take any further action. After a few turns of his head,
he stopped looking, relaxed his hands, and sat back down. Okay,

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he said, I get the feeling you want me to
go with you now. Alexander smiled. It was a vicious,
oily thing, and it confirmed in Sasha's heart that he
had something terrible planned. Yes, that's exactly what I want
He cocked his head up and pursed his lips in
an exaggerated gesture of consideration. Well, actually, I want you

(10:33):
to go with these men. I need to stay here
and have a wood with Sasha. Emmanuel looked into her eyes.
He was scared clearly, but he kept his voice steady
when he spoke, Sasha, I've got to go do my
duty find errand for me. Will you tell him I
am wish him the best and I hope to see

(10:53):
him soon. He put definite emphasis on that last word,
and then he gave Sasha a very deliberate and odd
before he stood and stepped towards Alexander's men. Take him
to the factory for his intake process, and I'll be along, showtly,
Alexander said. He put a hand on Emmanuel's forearm as
the young man passed by, and said, you should give

(11:14):
a prayer of thanks, brother, God has blessed you with
a great honor. Emmanuel smile was as false as Alexander's
God bless you, Martyr du Bois. I'll pray that you
and all your men grow closer to our lord. Was
that a threat? She wondered, before deciding, of course, it
was in a more normal situation, Sasha would have molled

(11:35):
that over it certainly was not the sort of comment
she'd have expected from a true martyr, But just then
she was far too consumed with terror, both for Emmanuel
and for herself. Alexander's guards led Manny away, and Alexander
took his place at the table. He took a long
sip from Emmanuel's cooling coffee and smiled his snake smile again.

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I must say, Sasha, I thought you had better taste
than that. For the first time in her life, Sasha
found herself trying to stare daggers at some one. Oh
if only I could shoot knives out of my eyes,
she thought, as she imagined one striking Alexander in the
forehead with enough force to burst out the back of
his skull. Is that something chromed people can do, she wondered,

(12:17):
and decided she'd ask Marigold if she had forgot another
chance to talk to the woman. Hey, he snapped his
fingers in front of her eyes, and she hated him
a little more. She was sort of surprised to learn
that was possible. Look, I know coming here can be disorienting.
I know this is a lot to get used to,
but him a fuckin's it's people like him who filled

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this continent with them mongrel spawn and tore American civilization
to splint us. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ,
she said. We are all the fruit fruit of the
same tree. Yeah, I know, I've met past A Mike.
I know God made us all, and I also know
he made some of us better than others. There's a
reason civilization reached its peak under white men, and there's

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a reason it crumbled once we let them take the reins.
For a while, it's not worth arguing with him, she
told herself. So Sasha decided to ask a blunt question.
What's going to happen to Emmanuel? Alexander smiled, Exactly what
I said was going to happen to him. He's going
to the factory for a trainin' and then he'll participate

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in the invasion of Waco as part of the Storming Battalion.
And what is that? In a way, it's the luckiest
unit in the heaven, the Kingdom's whole military. They are
the first ones in guaranteed glory. He took another long,
slow sip from Manny's coffee. His eyes bored into her
all the while and guaranteed modydum. Sasha felt a little

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pride for not crying. Tears threatened at the corners of
her eyes. Praise be to God, she choked out, followed
by I still have duties tonight at the house. May
I go? Alexander sneered at at and then he waved
his hand in a gesture that was surely meant to
be casual and dismissive. It looked calculated, though, like it

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was important to him that she feel like this didn't
matter to him. For some reason, that observation made Sasha
feel a little stronger. Go on. Then he said, we'll
talk tomorrow. Maybe we'll do more than talk. Maybe not.
She stood up, still fighting back tears, and left the
cafe without a response. Sasha wanted to go to someone,

(14:29):
anyone in the wake of all this. There's nothing to do.
The smarter, colder part of her brain, the part that
always sounded like her mother, warned her, anything you say
will only make it worse. She knew that was true.
Even Helen couldn't do anything for emmanual. Now she'd made
it very clear that military matters took precedence over everything
else in the heavenly Kingdom. It made sense, and yet

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shouldn't right and wrong be what matter most here? She
wasn't even sure what either of those words meant anymore.
Was this really what God wanted? Was this how a
society based on his laws operated? Sasha told herself over
and over again that she'd made the right decision, that
the Kingdom wasn't perfect, but it was the best of
all the other options. That voice grew quieter and less

(15:13):
convincing as she walked through the doors at the House
of Miriam and noticed another missing person. Where's Suzanne, she
asked Helen, after scanning the dining room for her friend.
The older woman smiled, but it wasn't the warm look
Sasha had come to expect. Helen looked strained, tired, perhaps
even a little ill. Suzanne met her husband to day,

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Sasha narrowed her eyes and fought down an immediate surge
of rage. She met him or did he see her
and claim her? Like Anne's suitor. Helen did not like that.
She almost growled her next words, be very careful with
what you insinuate, miss Sasha. I know this isn't what
any of you dreamed of but you did come here
to help further the kingdom. This is how that looks

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Sasha knew in that moment that there was nothing else
she could say to Helen. What would be the point?
So she nodded meekly, and she apologized, and then she
ate her dinner like a robot and cleaned up for bed.
Throughout all that, Marigold's words rang louder in her memory.
You got suckered into a fucking nightmare. It's time to
wake ups, Time to wake ups, time to wake up

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to Sasha went to bed around nine. She'd had a
long and exhausting day. Tomorrow was sure to be more
of the same, but she couldn't sleep. Now that she
was safely in bed, hidden from the world, the tears
refused to stay hidden behind her eyes. It was all
Sasha could do to avoid audible sobs. She lay awake
for an hour, maybe more, until she heard a thwack

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followed by a thump. She opened her eyes and rolled
over to face the door, and the time it took
to complete that motion. She heard the door whosh open,
and then a series of thumps so rapid they sounded
like one long drum roll. Sasha felt a rush of air,
and then since the presence of a new person. The
instant before she completed her roll, she looked up to
see him man at the side of her bed. He

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was big, broad, and clad in a torn and bloodied
martyr's uniform. He had a heavy metal pipe in his hand.
Sasha rose her hands up in an instinctive gesture of
self defense the moment before she saw the hooking man's
face and realized who he was, Aaron. The man blinked.
He looked confused for a moment, and then he laughed,
all right, yes, not my name, Han, you can call

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me Roland. What do you what's happening? Are we under attack? Yes,
sorta by me. I knocked out the old lady. He
gestured his head back towards the other girls sleeping in
their beds. I knocked them all out too, just minor concussions,
but they're out cold. I am very confused, Sasha said,
in a flat voice, and very frightened. You're not frightened.

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She was surprised to realize that he was right. Sasha
knew she should have been scared, but her heart rate
didn't elevate. She didn't start to sweat She did feel confused,
but she also felt calm. Maybe I've just been so
scared the last few days my body can't handle any
more of it. Maybe I've reached the limit of my
capacity for fear. I guess you're right, she said, I

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should be afraid. This is also She trailed off, grasping
for words. Yeah, it's fucked, Roland said, and then he
pulled up a canteen that had been hanging from his
shoulder and took a deep poll. The scent of alcohol
wafted over to her. You want some, he asked. I
made it in my guts, filled a canteen as I
finished up at the base. Wait, Sasha said, what happened

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at the base? Roland gave another shrug and took another pull.
The boss guys told me Manny had been reassigned to
some sort of I don't know, suicide battalion. This pissed
me off, so I broke exactly half of their bones.
Sasha could hear sirens now often the distance. It sounded
like there were rather a lot of them. She imagined
this was connected to whatever Roland had done. I'm going

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to guess you and the manual aren't really martyrs. Are you,
he chuckled. I mean maybe some days, sister. Just now,
I don't say any causes worth dying for, but I
get your meaning. And no, I don't give a shit
about your heavenly kingdom. Many actively hates it. We're spies,
or we were spies. Now he's a captive and I'm
a terrorist again. Oh, she said, And then I think

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I would like a drink. He handed her the canteen
and she took a generous gulp. Sasha had only tried
alcohol once before. She'd been thirteen, not yet a Christian,
and at a party she'd been far too young to attend.
She remembered the sensation of gentle warmth spreading down her throat,
and the sense of elation and well being that had followed.
She'd taken a few more SIPs, which had made the

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world far too spinny for her comfort. She'd vomited not
long after, but she figured if there was ever a
time to try alcohol again, it's now. The drink tasted
like beer, but it burned like a shot of hard liquor.
Sasha passed the canteen back. She felt like taking more
would be a bad idea. All right, Then Roland said

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I'm gonna make a few guesses. I guess one is
that you're a little less than enthusiastic about the heavenly
Kingdom now that you've seen it up close. Guests too
is that you're looking for a way out. And Guests
three is that you know something about where my little
buddy went. Huh, Immanuel, Manny, you know where he is?
I don't, she started. I'll bet you do, even if

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you don't know, you do. I know you were there
when he was taken. I could smell it in the street.
Smell it. He sighed, and needed the bridge of his nose.
This is the time where you explained things. The time
where I explained things comes later, or maybe never. He
lifted up the pipe in his hand so she could
see how bloody and dented it was. I have the pipe.
Whoever's got the pipe doesn't have to explain shit. Sasha

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couldn't argue with his logic, and she did want to
see Emmanual free and safe. Look, she said, this, this boy,
I know, Alexander. He found us at the cafe. We
were just sitting down to coffee. He had two men
with him, and he said Emmanual had been selected for
the storming battalion. Do you have any idea aware they
took him the kids sent trail grows cold about a

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mile from here. Sasha racked her brain. Of course, she
didn't know where the Heavenly Kingdom did this sort of training.
But Alexanders said something about the factory, and at that
Roland's eyes lit up. He turned around as if to leave.
I know where he is. Then he looked back and
down to Sasha and said, moment of truth time, Darlin,

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you want to stay here in this ship pile kingdom?
Or He jerked his thumb to the door. Do you
want me to break you out? And I'll make offers
like that often, so take it as a compliment this time.
It didn't take long for Sasha to make up her mind. Yes,
she said, I'd like to go with you. What grows

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they were taking him as soon as the transport exited

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Highway seventy. It took Exit forty B White Avenue, McKinney.
He visited the town a few times as a kid,
before things in this part of d f W had
gone entirely to ship. Manny thought of the satellite photos
Reggie had shown them. He thought about that Tesla plant
and what strange mysteries it must hide. Somewhere in that
plant was the answer to how the martyrs had so

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thoroughly befucked the stf's defense network. Manny hadn't exactly planned
to find an answer to that question on this trip. Now,
it seemed like he wouldn't have a choice in the matter.
His escorts, Alexander's men, hadn't said much. They directed him
to the proper transport and told him to keep his
mouth shut when he asked for an explanation. Manny did
as they asked, because he half expected them to gun

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him down if he made a real fuss. Roland's bound
to find me. He can find any fucking one. I
just need to stay alive long enough for him to
get here. Once upon a time, the Tesla Factory had
been an immaculate sign of what some commenters called the
Texan Renaissance. After the fall of the old United States,
the Republic of Texas had been one of the first

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functional states to arise in the southwest. Dallas had been
wrecked by the Lakewood Blast, but the rest of the
state still had tens of millions of people and abundant
natural resources. For a while, the hardcore libertarian policies of
the Republic had created a minor economic miracle. Tesla had
gotten this factory going about three years before that boom
went bust. The first room they were taken to had

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clearly been some sort of reception area, and probably a showroom.
At one point. There were three large oval shaped plinths
that had once held cars, and a handful of metal
desks bolted hard into the ground. There were also several
benches stripped of whatever they had once been upholstered with,
and a few dozen folding chairs that were clearly recent additions.
Manny could see signs that the walls had been attacked

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at several places in an attempt to strip them of wires.
The damage was obvious, but not as extensive as he'd expected.
De Muertas standards, this building was in good shape. A
dozen martyrs occupied the room. They wore quality, nonpowered body
armor and toted rifles that ust have been looted new
from the Republic's armories. One of the desks was manned

(26:04):
by a haired looking young man in an off white suit.
He wore no sign of rank, but did have a
white cross arm band around his left bicep and a
golden cross pin on his lapel. He was balding, baby faced,
and the deep bags under his eyes spoke of severe exhaustion.
His face lit up when he saw Manny another my
prayers have been answered, as the Lord wills it. One

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of Manny's escorts replied. They brought him to the desk,
and the besuited man looked up at him. He had
a hungry look in his eyes. He'd started to sweat
a little too. You may call me Isaac. What's your name,
young man, Emmanuel Emmanuel Sanchez. The little Man jotted that
down on a piece of paper and then continued asking questions.

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What's your date of birth, Do you have any family
history of allergies or illnesses? Have you ever undergone surgery before?
What biomodifications, if any, are currently active in your system?
Do you have any inactive modifications? And so on. After
about ten minutes of questioning, the little Man told Mannie
to stand up and follow him into an examination room.
His tone was cordial, even warm, but Manny tasted doom

(27:09):
behind it. He smelled death in this place, and his
soul cried out against heading further into its bowels. But
there was nothing to do but follow. Alexander's men left
after dropping him off, but there were plenty of guards
on the front room. Two of them followed Mannie and
the young man backed through the double doors and into
the heart of the facility. They walked through what had
once been an open floor office. There were a few

(27:32):
overturned desks and chairs, but mostly the place was barren
and half cannibalized for scrap. It was ill lit and derelict.
What are we doing here, Mannie asked. Isaac put a
hand on his shoulder and smiled. We're doing God's work,
he said, the same as everywhere in this blessed kingdom.
I know that, Manny said, in a slow, careful tone,

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but I don't understand why I was pulled out of
training or why I was removed from my unit. What
is this place? Isaac didn't answer. Instead, he walked Mannie
to a door in the back of the empty office
and opened it to reveal a small, well lit, white
room with a bench, a weight scale, and a computer
terminal built into the wall above a rolling cabinet. Isaac

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weighed him, marked down his height, and then pulled a
strange measuring device out of the cabinet. It looked like
a cross between a protractor and a pen vice. This
is a craniometer, Isaac explained, once he saw the confusion
on Manny's face. It's for measuring the size of your skull.
Isaac set right to work. He fit the strange device
around Mannie's head and tightened it until the vice grip

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bit into Mannie's scalp. Isaac jotted down some more numbers
on his notepad and removed the craniometer. He looked pleased
that alone was enough to turn Mannie's stomach. Can you
please tell me what this is all about? Isaac's eyes
darted up from his paper. For just a moment, he
gave Mannie an insincere, distracted smile. Everything will be explained
soon enough, young man, right now, which should be enough

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to know you're doing the Lord's work. May and he
was very, very tired of that response. Isaac finished his
notes and led Many out a back door in the
room and into what Manny had to assume was the
final step in their journey. The scent of blood in
the air was too heavy for anything else to be
the case. Many felt hair stand up on the back
of his neck, his shoulders went tents, and a moment

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later he felt the strong hands of his guards on
either bicep. This new room was part mechanic shop, part abattoir.
It had once been the main factory floor, and it
was filled with the half looted carcasses of robotic auto workers.
Several of those machines had been restored to some level
of functional capacity. Many could see twentish new vehicles and
various states of construction across the vast space. Instead of sleek,

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consumer grade electronic cars, most of these vehicles seemed to
be very old and worn sedans and trucks. A handful
of them were outdated and nigh obsolete. Military drones. Palettes
of plastic explosives sat outside several of the vehicles. Many
could see human workers packing blocks of it into a
battered off white key a few dozen feet in front
of him. None of this was particularly shocking. Vehicle based

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improvised explosive devices had been de rigueur for terrorists insurrections
for the last seventy years. Two things about this factory
struck Manny as strange. The first is that none of
the vehicles in construction had any armor added to them.
Most V B I E d S would be covered
in thick slabs of concrete and welded scrap metal to
ensure they made it safely to their target. The vehicles

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here seemed like they would look normal when they finally
rolled off the reassembly line. The second odd thing was
the dozens of surgical tables and the rather significant amount
of red blood coating the floor underneath them. Five of
the beds were occupied with bodies covered by blood speckled
white sheets. The men under them appeared dead. Oh God,
Manny forgot his cover in the dawning horror of the moment.

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What the hell is this place? What's your mouth, young man,
Isaac snapped. This is a temple of the Lord, where
young heroes delivered themselves into the waiting arms of eternity.
A tall in in a lab coat made his way
over to them. He had gray hair and warm brown
eyes behind horn rimmed spectacles. He gave Manny a warm
smile and extended out a hand in greeting the Lord

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be with you, Emmanuel, I'm doctor Ernst. I'm sure you
must be full of questions right now, gentlemen. He glanced
towards the guards, who still had their hands on Manny.
You can let him go now. This young man is
a hero and he should be treated as such. The
hands loosened. Manny heard the men step back. He flashed
a nervous smile back at the doctor. Keep him talking, Manny, thought,

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The longer you drag this out, the more time Roland
will have. What is going on here? These uh, he
grappled for the correct terminology, These martyrdom devices seem different.
And I don't know what's going on with with with
all the medical equipment and the bodies. Doctor Ernst finished
his question without so much a break in his warm smile. Yes,

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God bless him, but diplomacy is not Isaac's strong suit.
He gets rather focused on the task at hand. Many
noticed that the odd little man End had already wandered
off towards a rolling tray of medical equipment near one
of the surgical beds. That set Manny's heart beating even faster.
Follow me, said doctor Ernst, and I'll explain everything. The

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doctor led him to one of the shrouded bodies and
pulled its covering down, revealing the dead man's face. Manny
wasn't exactly surprised to see that it was Jonathan, the
young man from Atlanta he'd met just a few days before.
Jonathan was, of course quite dead. A bloody red line
ran across his skull, just above his ears. His eyes
were closed, and his lips were turned up in a

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beatific smile. You know this man, yes, doctor Ernst asked gently, Yes,
of course you do. The doctor chuckled. You're both colored
men and the heavenly Kingdom. I'd be surprised if you
hadn't developed a connection. It's only natural to gravitate towards
your own kind. Many fought down the urge to slap
doctor Ernst. Jonathan here started his journey to martyrdom just

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a few hours ago. I know he appears dead, but
as it was with our Lord and Savior, appearances, quanby
quite deceiving. His brain is still quite alive and alert.
It's just been moved. Doctor Aren't gestured over to the KIA.
Many saw that another lab coated worker was now carrying
a peculiar metal box over to the v B I
e ed. The box was about head sized and covered

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with sockets and plugs. A single green light flickered on
one side. See they're loading him into his chariot now,
and soon he'll pilot this anointed engine of heavenly will
to the ruin of our enemies. Many thought, backed that
last day before the invasion, to Reggie's questions about that
mysterious checkpoint bombing, This must be how they did it.
He realized the SDFS checkpoints were perfectly capable of reading

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the itinerary of any autonomous vehicle that drove towards them.
They'd shoot anything that didn't broadcast its destination, but the
Kingdom had found a way to hide a human driver
capable of taking over once the car was past the checkpoint.
His eyes drifted over to a combat drone lying half
disassembled on the table a few yards to his left.
He was a hefty, beetle black monster with a heavy

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under slung machine gun. It reminded Manny terribly of the
drone that had almost killed him in Reggie a few
days earlier. This explains why the STF drone jammers didn't work.
The Heavenly Kingdom wasn't really using drones. Manny realized with
dawning horror that the drone's open cavity was likely the
intended resting place of his brain. Ah. Doctor Ernst smiled,

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I see you've already spotted your chariot. Yes, Emmanuel, you
are quite fortunate. Martyre Ditmar noted your intelligence and suggested
you be implanted into a drone. I assure you it's
a high honor even in this sacred place, Manny's heart
thudded like the tolling of a church bell. For a while,
he couldn't hear anything else. He felt himself gripped by

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a sudden claustrophobic terror. The worst thing wasn't even the
thought of being cut open, torn apart. It was the
thought of being trapped inside that little metal box, forced
to kill and die in the name of a cause
he abhorred. Manny knew he'd started to shake, but there
was nothing he could do to quell the terror. Doctor
Ernst to put a hand on his shoulder. Many assumed
it was meant to reassure him. It did not have

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that effect. Immanual. I know this is quite a lot
to take in, but all you really need to know
is that you've been blessed, truly blessed with the chance
to play a real role in making the Heavenly Kingdom
a reality. The Storming Battalion are God's elite, the holiest
of our martyrs. I'm sure once the shock wears off,
you'll realize what a privilege this is. Manny heard footsteps.

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He didn't need to look to know his guards were
stepping back up behind him. He felt the noose titan
and his hope slip ever farther away. Where the hell
is Rowland? I am um, he stuttered, Can I have
some time to er to prey on this? Of course? Emmanual?
Doctor ernst smile never looked false or forced. He put
a hand on Manny's shoulder. It will be a few

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minutes before we're ready to begin the operation. I commend
you devotion. This is an ideal time to pray for guidance.
A few minutes, his heart pounded so hard he thought
it might beat its way free from his chest. He
was sure Doctor Ernest must have heard it, but if
he did, he said nothing about it. Instead, the doctor
led Manny over to a small carpeted area that looked

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to have been set aside as a prayer room for
the soon to be martyred members of this battalion. It
consisted of a half dozen shares at least they're padded,
a three foot tall white stone statue of Christ on
a cross, and two small inn tables, each with a
couple of dog eared bibles. Manny sat down. Bereft of
any better idea, he grabbed a bible and flipped it
open to a random page, King Nebuchadnezzar made an image

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of gold sixty cubits high and six cubits wide. Manny
rolled his eyes with the flaming ale is a cubit.
He skimmed the next few verses until he realized which
story he'd stumbled upon. His religious schooling hadn't been intense,
but he had gone to church most Sundays for the
better part of a decade. He'd listened to enough sermons
and attended enough Sunday school classes to know the story

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of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, three stupid assholes who'd wandered
into a furnace entrusted in Deus ex deos to save them.
If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God
we serve is able to deliver us from it, and
he will deliver us from your Majesty's hand. But even
if he does not, we want you to know, your Majesty,
that we will not serve your gods or worship the
image of gold you have set up. It struck Manny

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that his current predicament had more than a little in
common with these ancient men, if they'd ever existed in
the first place. The chief difference was that, of course,
Manny wasn't praying for the help of a god. He was, however,
strongly hoping for rescue from a godlike being that felt
close enough to give him a sense of kinship Towards
the men and the story. The king's command was so
urgent and the furnace so hot, that the flames of

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the fire killed the soldiers who took up Shadrak Mishak
and to bed Nego. And these three men firmly tied
fell into the burning furnace. He hadn't remembered that bit
from Sunday School, the part where the king's soldiers were
burnt alive by the heat of his fire. Many wondered
what kind of soldiers would so willingly step into a
pointless death at some mad king's command, and he remembered

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where he was. He looked up from the Bible at
the twenty or so armed men stationed around the factory.
I really really hope someone comes along to burn them
to death. Many heard footsteps behind him. He looked back
this time and saw doctor Arnst advancing with two guards.
In Isaac, the bald little man was visibly excited an
obscene smile played across his features. He held an almost

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comically large needle in his hands. Manny looked over from
him to the Doctor Emmanuel. Doctor Arnist said it's time.
Many stood. His mind raced for some sort of delaying tactic.
I need to uh pray more. I I need more pray. Time.
Confusion passed over all the men's faces. Time is of

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the essence here. Doctor Arnst insisted, don't delay this important
work because you're scared. Trust in the Lord, open your
heart to his will. See, I have, I I totally have.
Manny stammered, and I'm pretty sure he's actually not down
with us. Yeah, I think he wants me to be
a soldier, a regular soldier with a gun, not a
brain in a drone. Doctor Ernst glanced back at the

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two guards flanking him. He nodded, and they advanced. One
man had a kalashnikov on his back, the other had
a holstered side arm. Both men were much larger and
more muscular than Manny. He glanced around for a weapon,
as if anything left around would be useful against two firearms.
There was still a bible in his hands that probably
would have been enough for Roland Manny had no doubt

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the posthuman could kill a dozen men with a book,
more if it was hard cover. Immanuel, the doctor's voice
was low, soft and as comforting as a lullaby. I
know this is a frightening thing, but you must trust me,
You must trust all of us. The heavenly Kingdom would
not spend your life this way if we were not
certain your sacrifice would further the will of our Lord.

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That is why you came here, Emmanuel. I know if
you listen to God, you'll see what's right. Manny closed
his eyes. He listened not for the voice of God,
but for the sound of footsteps. After a few seconds pause,
he heard the guards move towards him again. He gripped
hard on the Bible in his hand, and he tried
not to think too much about what he had already

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decided he had to do. The footsteps grew closer until
Manny could almost feel the heat coming off the other
men's bodies. Very good, Emmanuel, Doctor Ernst Cood, God loves you.
Manny opened his eyes. The guards were right in front
of him, now reaching for him. Manny swung the Bible
up underhanded into the kalashnikov. Man's chin. Then he dove

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to the right and slammed his head into the other
man's crotch with all the force his five foot ten
inch frame could bring to bear. The man howled. Manny
half fell, caught himself, and dropped into a dead run,
aimed straight for Isaac. Both the bald headed needleman and
doctor Ernst stared at him in astonishment. Belatedly, Isaac raised
his arms up in defense. The gesture did nothing to

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stop Manny from plowing into him and knocking him to
the ground. He punched the other man in the face hard,
and then scrambled back to his feet too. He felt
the pain of the gunshot before he heard it, or rather,
he didn't register the sound of the gunshot as a
gunshot until the pain made it clear he'd been shot.
And then Manny was on the ground. His world shrunk
to the space below his belly button, which now pulsed

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with spurts of deep red blood. His hands covered the wound,
pressing back against it in an instinctive attempt to protect himself.
He stared in fascination at the spreading red. He watched
as his blood turned chunky and thick. The spurting faded
away to a slow ooze. The pain caught up to
him now, and Manny's vision went black for a moment.
The world faded into view after a while. Doctor Ernst,

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Isaac and both guards were standing above him. The guard
with a handgun had a drawn a wisp of smoke
trailed up from the barrel. Manny watched, enthralled as it
curled up to the sky and gradually disappeared into the
air around them. You've made a grievous error, my boy.
Doctor Ernst's voice was grave, now, devoid of all compassion.
You was so close to paradise it almost brings me

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to tears. The doctor was only a few feet away,
but his voice sounded distant and muffled. I'm dying, aren't I?
Manny thought, no, if that was a kill shot, I'd
be dead by now. The bleeding's already stopped. The thought
did little to calm his nerves. He'd thoroughly blown his cover.
Even if they never guessed his true purpose in coming
to the Heavenly Kingdom, he'd be executed for trying to flee.

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This is going to put us even further behind schedule.
That was Isaac. His nose was bleeding, but it didn't
look broken. I wish I was better at punching. Take
about side, Doctor Arts said to the guards, and make
it quick. There's no sense in stringing him up in
public for simple cowardice. So this is how it's going
to end. Manny was confused by how it peace. He

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felt with that some of it was guilt. Alejandra was dead,
Amide was dead, Oscar was dead, mister Perrone was dead.
This was nothing more than he deserved. He was pleasantly
surprised to find that. As the little robots in his
blood flooded his system with happy drugs, that sense of
guilt began to fade. He felt wonderfully detached from the world.
He wondered if this was how Roland felt all the time,

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disconnect it and pleasant in a vague, indefinable way. The
guards bent down, many felt their hands on his arms.
He felt them lift him up. He felt a terrible,
shifting pain in his gut as another rush of clotting
blood poured out of him. Manny thought of mister Perrone.
He could almost see his face. Maybe the Christians were
right about the afterlife. That was a nice thought, actually,

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he thought, mister Perrone would be proud of him. I
tried to do something, Sir, I really did. Many didn't
see the source of the noise. It sounded like something
heavy falling from a high height onto something soft and squishy,
some one soft and squishy. He realized. The guards dropped him.
Men started to yell. Gunshot gunshot gunshot, Manny thought, and

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he giggled a little bit. The sounds of chaos and
violence that had erupted inside the factory could only be
Roland's doing. Manny lifted up his head with considerable effort
and looked over towards the waiting area, where most of
the guards had sat idle. It was a mess now.
Several of the chairs in one of the big tables
were mashed together with a chunky red paste that resembled
good salsa. People salsa, he thought, and then giggled again.

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Manny caught a glimpse of Roland as the chromed man
rocketed across the factory floor and into a trio of guards.
The men didn't even have the chance to fire their weapons.
The first guard burst like a balloon full of jelly.
It was hard to tell exactly what happened next, as
it occurred under a red cloud of human viscera. Manny
slipped in his own blood and fell back onto the floor.

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He stared up at the ceiling for a little while
and just focused on trying to keep his breath steady.
There was nothing else he could do here anyway. Immanuel Sasha,
he thought, Lah, he said, it's okay. He felt her
warm hand on his forehead. Don't talk. You've been shot,
but you're probably not going to die. Probably, he had
to admire her fundamental honesty. I'm going to try to

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drag you out of here. If you can walk, that
would be really helpful. She grabbed Manny under the armpits
and tried to pull him up. He let out a
coughing cry at the pain of being moved again, but
he also realized late in the game that he still
had some control over his legs. He pushed up, and,
with Sasha's help, fought gravity well enough that he soon
stood under mostly his own power. Sasha wrapped one of

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his arms around her shoulder and took some of the
weight off his weakened limbs, and then together they hobbled
free of the chinel factory that had almost been his
tomb An hour later, Manny sat with Roland and Sasha
on the roof of an old Bank of America and
watched as the Tesla factory burned in the distance. Manny
had passed out almost as soon as Sasha had got
him out the door. He recalled waking up a few

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times during the run away from the factory. At some
point Roland had met up with them and started carrying him.
He'd come too, on the roof of the old bank building,
just in time to see Roland dribble a trail of
weirdess blood into his gunshot wound. He'd felt a little
revulsion at the act, but it had passed once his
pain dissolved. I should really find a way to bottle
that stuff, he thought. What happened, Manny asked, Once reality

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had solidified a little more. Roland found me, Sasha said,
just after they took you. I told him that Alexander
had mentioned a factory, and then well, he seemed to
know this must be the factory they'd been talking about.
Thanks for that, Reggie, he told me he was going
to She coughed a little and her cheeks reddened. An
embarrassment feed them their own dicks, and that I should

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wait until they were engaged to run and drag you out.
A large explosion echoed across the city. Escape and the
Trio watched a small orange mushroom cloud light up the
sky where the Testla factory had been. It's about damned time,
Roland grumbled. The detonators those fuckers stole from the Republic
were garbage. Hey, He looked over to Manny. The hell

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was that place anyway? Yes, Sasha added, and how exactly
did you end up getting shot there? Manny related the
whole story as best he could. Sasha's face went pale
white with outrage and disgust when he explained exactly how
the Heavenly Kingdom had managed to get its suicide vehicles
past the SDFS checkpoints. Oh god, she moaned, Oh God, above, no, no, no.

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Roland just laughed. That's as clever as a two headed crow.
I'll give him that. He clapped Sasha on the shoulder.
Come on, lady, you can't still be surprised by how
funk the Kingdom is? How many people did you watch them? Hang?
Sasha didn't respond. She just sat there, eyes red and watery,
and stared out at the burning factory. Manny felt like
he should have said something, but his mind was still

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catching up to his body after the events of the
last couple of hours. Staring straight ahead represented the extent
of his abilities right now, Sorry, Roland said, in response
to the silence, I forget your kids aren't used to
this sort of ship. I'll tell you it gets easier.
What almost dying, asked Manny. We're being betrayed by the
only thing you ever believed in, asked Sasha. Roland shrugged. Both.

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I guess, I mean neither is much fun. But hey,
y'all pop some cherries today, so it's got to be
nothing but downhill from here on out. Neither of them responded,
but Roland plowed right along. I meant downhill and like
the positive sense of the word, you know, sledding like
that or something more. Silence Roland's side and took a
loud gulp from a piece of sheet metal he'd been
into a makeshift cup. The beverage inside smelled like another

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batch of his gut liquor. It burned Manny's nose from
three feet away. A minute went by, and then another
without a word. They listened as emergency sirens sounded and
drew closer to the side of the blast. So what
the fund do we do now, Manny asked. Roland grunted
and then belched, Well, he'd probably gotta roll back into town,
break those ladies out of jail, and then I don't know,

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we should probably leave, right. Manny rolled his eyes. The
casual recklessness of Roland's confidence had been fun and reassuring
when he wasn't recovering from a gunshot wound. The events
at the Tesla plant had proved to Manny that the
post humans protection wasn't enough to guarantee his safety or Sasha's.
He was the deadliest thing Manny had ever seen, but
he couldn't be everywhere at once. Wait, who are you

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breaking out of jail? Sasha asked those three negotiators, Manny said,
from the City of Wheels, the woman he examined, and
their male companion. Sasha gave Manny a look he couldn't
quite parse out what he asked. Is that why you
started talking to me? She asked, Because you knew I
was working with those women, and you thought I might
be able to get you into the jail. No, started Manny,

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I mean sort of right, finished Roland. That was sure
as shed a big BLUs. Many glared at the post
human Rowland had all the tacked in diplomacy of a chainsaw.
That's why I'm here in the first place, he reminded himself. Look,
Roland continued, there's no point in dressing any of this up. Sasha,
you fled your home to join a militant terrorist organization
that butcher civilians. Manny, you kind of manipulated her in

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the hope of getting information. I just beat like twenty
people to death, plus I fed Martyr Dittmar his own hand,
and I feel genuinely bad about that. Roland shook his head.
I'm really trying not to fall completely off the murder
wagon here, guys. But when I get angry and the
battle drug start flowing, he shivered, I get ugly. Once again.
Roland's words were met with stunned silence, and once again

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he plowed forward. Nonetheless, what I'm saying is this whole
situation as ugly as fun, and none of us as
a hero. But we're probably the least shitty people in
the city with any kind of power. So let's all
forgive each other's trespasses and use that power to try
to save a couple of nice people from being crucified
or whatever it is Christians due to the people who
piss them off. Is it just hanging I? Sasha started

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to respond, then shook her head in exasperation. Probably not,
she said. Instead, all right, Roland clapped and put on
a bright smile. So how do we get in there?
I mean, I can just sort of bawls my way
through the front door or the ceiling. But since this
is an actual jail, it's probably reinforced. There's a good
chance they'll kill the hostages before I punched my way
into the cells. Manny could almost hear the wheels turn

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and Sasha's head as she caught her thoughts up with
what was now apparently her reality. To her credit, she
responded in short order, that's probably the case, she nodded.
There are armed guards outside of each cell, and there's
a real disgust for those captives among the martyrs. They
probably would shoot those women rather than let them escape.
And what about the guy? I never saw him. I

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dealt with the women Marigolden Oh what was her name? Tully,
but I assume he was in the same jail. He is,
Roland confirmed, or at least he was last time I
sniffed around there. Manny's mind finally spun up to full speed.
The pain in his guts had subsided, as had the
light headed, bloodless feeling he'd woken up with. He felt
comforted by the mere fact of having a simple problem

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to solve. At the core, this question was a logistical one,
just like the problems he faced every day as a fixer.
He needed to deliver his team to a certain location,
the jail, in a limited time frame, so Manny's first
job was to figure out what connections he'd need to
make in order for that to be possible. Sasha, he asked,
who can help us get inside that jail? Do you

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know anyone who has the authority to come and go
from there with impunity? Doctor Brandt? She replied. He's a
good man, I think, but he's committed. He's not going
to work with us to betray the Kingdom. He doesn't
need to, Manny assured her. I'm going to guess he's
a smart guy, right. He has to be somewhat roldly
to be an actual doctor. Sasha nodded, He's not a
mindless zalid If that's what you're asking. Most of us.

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Aren't you know there was a reasonable case for supporting
the Heavenly Kingdom at just She trailed off, and Many
put his hands out in a placating gesture. No, No,
that's not not what I'm getting at. I want to
make sure this guy has a sober, realistic understanding of
what someone like Roland can do. Sasha's eyes went cloudy,
but she nodded. He talked about them with me a little,

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she said, I would say he has a healthy respect
for post humans. Good Manny said, So we find him
and we make him an offer. Either Roland tears the
heart out of the Kingdom or doctor Brandt helps us
get those captives out of the jail. If he's a
sensible man, who'll have to see the reason in that.
Sasha didn't look so sure about that, but after some consideration,

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she nodded and agreed that it was at least possible. Okay,
so we find this doctor Brandt, We use him to
get inside the jail, Roland does Roland things, and then
we beat feet to get out of Demuerta. Roland shrugged
and took another deep pull from his gut beverage. He
seemed on board. Sasha raised another question though. Okay, so
who are you two supposed to be? Then? Every time

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Dr Brandton I visited the jail, we had a driver
in an armed guard. But you two don't exactly look
like you fit the bill. Right now, you, she pointed
to Manny, clearly just took a bullet, and you, she
jabbed a finger at Roland, look like you just murdered
dozens of people, which I guess you did. Right, Manny
clapped his hands. That's easy enough to fix. It's what
five am. Now the city is starting to wake up.

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Do you know what shift Doctor Brandt's expected to work today, Sasha?
Lately he's been doing seven to seven and Roland. Manny continued,
Do you know where the vehicle pool is? The big
man nodded, Oh yeah, I dragged that down there in
my first recon day. It's about thirty minutes away on
foot for you guys five minutes from me. We'll go slow,
said Manny. Sasha, you let us know when you recognize

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Dr Brandt's jeep and driver will stop them, relieve them
with their uniforms and drive on to the doctor's house. Roland,
you think you can take out two men without bloodying up?
Their uniforms. He gave another shrug. All right, Manny nodded,
that's plan A then, and what's planned B? Sasha asked,
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Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts, Chapter twenty,
Rowland that looks like them, Sasha whispered into his ear.

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The three of them were stationed on the third floor
of an old office building that overlooked the Kingdom's vehicle pool.
Based on the posters and decorations inside, the people in
this office had once helped co ordinate for a string
of restaurant supply stores. Roland suspected the coming of the
war might have been a relief to the people who'd
been stuck working here. He was positioned by the window,
sitting down, so only the edge of his face would

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have been visible to any one looking in from the outside.
Manny had elected to take a nap out of view
behind one of the desks. His ability to fall asleep
any time, anywhere marked him out as a true expert
in war zone survival. Sasha had situated herself on the
other side of the window frame. Roland had warned her
to keep her head out of view until he saw
new arrivals to the vehicle depot. He'd called for her

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eyes six times already and gotten six negatives. Now it
seemed their target had arrived. Are you sure, he asked.
Pretty sure, she said, and nodded. The driver walks with
a limp. One of his legs is shorter than the other.
I think it's a birth defect. He must have come
from some part of the continent where those still happened.
Good eye. Roland was genuinely impressed. The girl had potential.

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So what do we do now, she asked, you rouse, Mannie.
I'll keep an eye on things. When they depart, I'll
carjack them into unconsciousness and bring back the uniforms. And
that's more or less how it went. The garden driver
departed in a jeep. Five minutes later. Roland bounded down
from one of the rear windows and landed on the
hood as they took a right hand turn out of
view of the vehicle depot. The guard did not do

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his job title proud, Roland slammed his face into the
dashboard and knocked him out. He also knocked out most
of the man's teeth, but his hind brain told him
the guy's odds of a fatal brain hemorrhage were only
about six percent acceptable. He broke the driver's job with
a right cross, took the wheel, and steered the vehicle
to a stop while he was still hanging outside it.
Roland tossed both men and back of the jeep and

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pulled into the office buildings underground parking lot. He stripped
them both and cursed when he realized that the guard's
bleeding face had stained the neck of his uniform shirt.
He found some bottled water in the trunk and managed
to wash out the worst of it, but the stain
would still be visible to anyone who really took the
time to look. Still, it'd probably be enough to get
them through the door of the jail. He stashed both

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men in a janitorial closet and dragged an old metal
dumpster in front of it to wedge the door shut.
Someone would probably find them before they starved to death.
He felt a pang of guilt for how little he
cared about what happened to those men. I should feel
worse about this. Roland knew the battle drugs had suppressed
his conscience. He knew that the longer they stayed in
this dangerous place, and the more fighting he did, the

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more tempted he'd be to kill outright. Roland leaned against
the dumpster and closed his eyes. He tried to force
himself to take long, slow breaths and meditate on the
flow of air in and out of his lungs. He
helped taking a breather would prompt his system to reduce
the drip. Instead, he found himself flashing back to more violence.
Red siren lights screeched and blinked on walls of institutional

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White men and women in lab coats ran and screamed
and died, died, died as he squeezed the trigger of
his sig sour. Roland kicked at a locked door and
the metal buckled inwards, revealing a room with giant glass
organ filled vials. He shook his head and tried to
banish the memories. He'd started flashing back to this place
when they had rescued Manny, but the memories had kept
coming even once the violence subsided. Please, Rowland, the old

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woman begged through blood stained teeth. He looked down at
the hole in her gut, the red blood on her
white lab coat. She slid backwards on the tile floor
until her shoulders hit one of the racks of that
grown organs. Please don't do this, Roland shook his head.
He didn't know why this was happening exactly. It was
likely just a glitch, some unforeseen interaction between the wet
wear of his hind brain, the procedural memory stored at

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his DNA, and the battle drugs that flowed through his system.
He questioned again whether he really wanted his memories back.
This wasn't the time to ponder that question, though. Roland
headed back upstairs to grab Manny and Sasha. He led
them down to the garage and handed Manny the unbloodied uniform. Dude,
that's really obvious, Manny pointed to the bloodstains on Roland's

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own uniform. They're going to notice that, you think so.
Roland was so used to normal humans not noticing much
of anything. He sometimes underestimated their senses. I've got an idea,
Sasha said, pop the hood. Roland and Manny were both
a little surprised, but he popped it for her. The
girl stared at the engine, reached for the dipstick and
pulled it free from its slot. She rubbed her hand

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down the shaft and it came away covered in sticky
black grease. She rubbed the grease onto Roland's collar, coated
the dipstick again, and repeated the process two more times.
When she was done, he looked like he'd been working
on an engine rather than beating a man half to death.
Fucking brilliant, Roland said. Manny nodded his agreement. Then he said,
all right, let's go abducted doctor. The abduction itself was easy.

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Doctor Brandt lived in an undamaged mansion about two miles
away from downtown. As one of the kingdom's few medical professionals,
Doctor Aunt had apparently earned himself some luxury. Sasha hid
in the trunk so the doctor wouldn't notice anything was
off until he entered the vehicle. Where's Jerry and Samuel,
Doctor Brandt asked as he opened the door and sat
down inside the jeep, Many gunned the engine and peeled away.

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Roland put a hand on doctor Brandt's thigh and squeezed
just hard enough for the man to feel like his
thigh bone might shatter. I stuffed him in a closet somewhere,
he explained, with a smile. My name is Manny, the
fixer said. The guy who's about to break your leg
is named Roland. We're kidnapping you, ah, said doctor Brandt.
Roland had to give credit where credit was due. The

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doctor endured the pain with a stony face and without
any signs of panic. We need you to help us
get into the jail, Manny continued, where those negotiators from
Rolling Fuck are being held. Doctor Brandt grimaced, either from
the obscenity or just due to the continued pain of
Roland's iron grip. And what makes you think I'll give
you any aid? There was a bit of strain in
his voice now, but the doctor's features stayed decidedly neutral.

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I may be a doctor, but I'm no less prepared
to die for my kingdom than anyone else here. You
might as well just go ahead and kill me. Roland
relaxed his grip The doctor's sighed in relief. Yeah, we
thought you might say something like that, said Manny. That's
why Roland and I prepared an alternate proposal. Roland drew
the guards stolen side arm from its holster. He gripped

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the pistol in one hand and then crushed it in
his grip like he was bawling up a piece of paper.
The doctor's eyes widened in shock and horror. So Manny said,
my friends just full of chrome, high grade stuff. He
could walk right through a tank if he wanted. You're
an educated man, you know what people like him can do.
The doctor nodded, but didn't say anything. Our offer is simple.

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You help us out and we'll leave with our people.
You refuse to help, and we'll get our people anyway.
Only Roland here will take a little detour to burn
half the city to the ground. I see Roland could
smell the fear wafting off doctor Brandt now, but the
man's expression didn't change. You wouldn't be a doctor if
you didn't see value in human lives. Manny's voice was soft.

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His reasonable tone wouldn't have been out of place in
a boardroom. If you refuse to help us, We won't
hurt you, won't harm a hair on your head. But
my friend here will break this city and a few
thousand of the people in it. You'll be hail and healthy,
so you can pick up the pieces, and you'll know
that every ounce of that suffering could have been prevented
if you just helped us out. It's true, sir, Sasha

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spoke up. Doctor Brandt stiffened. She sat up from her
hidden position in the back. The doctor was a smart man.
He put together that she was not being held as
a prisoner. His eyes narrowed in contempt Sasha. Doctor Brand's
voice was cold. I'm sorry to see you in such
poor company, Sir, I'm really sorry. But but nothing, he snapped,

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and now the anger showed on his face. Have you
been a traitor this whole time? Or did your will
simply fail Sasha. Manny spoke up, We really don't have
time for this. Rowan disagreed. His hind brain estimated Sasha
and the doctor could afford a solid eight minutes of
emotional closure before they got too close to the jail.
Is eight minutes out of time for you people. Everyone

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stared at him, their individual disagreements forgotten for a moment.
Roland realized late that he had spoken out loud. Sorry,
he said, I was just supposed to be in my head.
They still stared. Well, now you only have like seven
minutes and forty seconds. Ignore that, said Manny. He's a maniac.
That's why you don't want us to let him loosen
your city, doctor Brandt. Sasha added, I know you're a

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good man. The Lord put you on this earth to
save lives. This is your chance to do that. The
doctor needed the bridge of his nose with his hand.
Hated an admirable job of not giving too much away
with his body language. But Roland could smell the truth.
The scent of stress wafting off the doctor faded. It
was a sign the man had made a decision. There
was something about choosing that calmed the human soul. You

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are correct, of course, Sasha. I never approved of us
holding those women in the first place. It was foolish
to antagonize things like him. He nodded towards Roland. If
I can avert a massacre, I will, But I sincerely
hope you planned to a gape with them, Sasha. I
won't hide to protect a traitor. I'll leave Sasha said.
The doctor gave a somber nod. I won't be able

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to get you out of the jail with those prisoners,
you know, he said to Roland. I can get you inside,
and I can probably get them to send the prisoners
into an examination room, but the guards won't let them
leave the building. I'll take care of that part, Rowland promised.
I'm real good at making doors. Rowland was aware of
the old saying no plan survives contact with the enemy.
For some reason, his hind brain remembered the original version

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of the quote from an old Prussian general named Moltke.
No plan of operations extends with any certainty beyond first
contact with the main hostile force. People who observed Roland
and battle tended to think he just sort of winged
it and ballsed his way through on violent potential alone.
But Rowland was at his core a planner. Having a
plan was essential to take maximum advantage of the way

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his hind brain worked. A plan was nothing more than
a clear set of tactics meant to accomplish a concrete goal.
In this case, the goal was free the prisoner and
take his new friends to safety. The plan he constructed
to achieve That goal was based mainly on Sasha's recollections
and his own espionage on the jail. He knew it
would change once the shooting started, but the fact that
he had a rubric would give his hindbrain something to

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focus on while it zeroed in on the best tactics
for the evolving situation. At any rate, the plan Manny
and Sasha had cooked up actually did survive first contact
with the enemy. Rowland and Manny had posed as guards
and followed doctor Brandt and Sasha right through the door.
The martyrs inside were all used to seeing the doctor
and his assistant, and they didn't pay a different set
of armed guards any mind. When doctor Brandt requested they

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send all the prisoners into the examination room, the officer
in charge didn't even blink at the request. The only
thing that had seemed off to Rowland was an odd
scent of anxiety in the air. It wafted off the
guards and hung in a thick cloud above the entrance room.
The Odor reminded Rowland of countless hours spent sitting with
nervous men in the cramped belly of an a PC
or a drop aircraft. He assumed this had something to

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do with a giant explosion he'd caused earlier, or his
escape from the training facility. Of course, these guys are
unhigh alert, he thought. Some nut fuck monster man blew
up a factory this morning. Doctor Brandt led them into
a large waiting room and closed the door. He let
out a long nervous sigh and slumped back against the wall. Okay,
you'll have your prisoners soon enough, and no one else

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will need to die. Right, he looked straight at Roland. Right,
Roland said, and then added up till you Fox invaded Dallas.
I've gotten years without killing anyone. I'm actually pretty good
at it. The doctor did not seem comforted by this fact.
Roland opened his mouth again, but Manny put a hand
on his shoulder. No, he said, and Roland nodded. I

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could have avoided so many violent misunderstandings with his kid's help.
Roland molled this over and wondered if Manny might be
interested in an adjoining mountain top shack. Just then the
door opened, a guard entered. He was followed by the
three prisoners and then two more guards. Rolling Fox negotiators
were all handcuffed to each other. Roland had been shown
pictures of all three captives before they departed the City

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of Wheels, so it wasn't hard to recognize Marigold, Toulli,
and Rick, but they all looked different. Marigold's bright purple
hair was limp and greasy. The sockets on her augmented
arm had been filled in with some sort of resinous substance. Toulli,
bald in her pictures, now had a head full of
peach fuzz. Her necklaces and amulets and rings were all gone.
Of course, she looked pale and deflated. Roland could see

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the ghost of an old black eye, likely earned during
the initial capture. She walked with a limp, but otherwise
looked healthy enough. And then there was Rick. His wounds
were fresh and extensive. He was covered in bruises, and
it looked like his guards had cut into him, writing
over several of his scarified tattoos with a combat knife.
His left eye was broken and looked dead. Roland could

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tell the man's orbital bone had been shattered, and with
the slow juttering way his good eye looked around the room,
it was likely he'd suffered at least one concussion. Doctor
Brandt sighed and went right to the injured young man.
Have the other sit down, he told the guards. He
started to examine Rick, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed.
Roland felt the doctor's heart rate accelerate and anger. You've

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been at him again, haven't you, Doctor Brandt sounded angry.
I told you all this had to stop. He's clearly concussed.
You could have killed him. The lead guard shrugged and
rolled his eyes. One of the other guards snickered. Roland
could tell by the look of fury on the doctor's
face that he was not used to being treated this way. Soljia,
I am the senior medical doctor of this entire kingdom.
I will bring your superior into this and I will,

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Roland heard, and then smelled six new men into the jail.
His mind rocketed downstairs, away from the petty argument and
started to analyze the new arrivals. There were soldiers, he
could tell by the sound of their footfalls and the
strong smell of gun oil and powder that wafted off
of them. One of them smelled familiar. He'd been present
when Manny had been abducted to the factory. Roland guessed

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this was the guy Sasha had told him about during
their impromptu rescue mission. Huh, Roland said out loud. Manny
was the only one who seemed to notice what. Manny asked,
in a voice low enough that the guards wouldn't hear
it over the sound of doctor At dressing them down.
That guy, Alexander, he just entered the building with a
squad of armed men. What does that mean? Uhh, Roland shrugged.

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Probably an ambush. Roland was a bit embarrassed that it
had taken him this long to piece it together. That's
why the guards had been so accommodating of Doctor Brand's
unusual request. It's why they'd smelled so nervous. Somehow the
rescue attempt had been spotted before it had gone down.
The soldiers of the Heavenly Kingdom must have assumed the
doctor was a traitor too. Roland stood up. He knew

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that violence would need to happen here. There were too
many decent people's lives at stake for anything else. The
instant his forebrain made that decision. His hind brain started
pouring adrenaline and battle drugs into his synapses. He felt
the electric crackle of chemical glee start deep in the
back of his neck. It spread out to his shoulders,
down his arms to the tip of his fingers. Roland
fought back against the building euphoria. While he analyzed the situation,

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the world slowed down around him. He had plenty of
time to watch as the guards started to reach for
their side arms. The word ambush had keyed them in,
but it didn't matter. They still moved too slow to
effect anything. His hind brain calculated that Manny and Sasha
were relatively safe. No one had a gun on them
just now. The prisoners were his priority. Then they were
exposed both to the door that enemy reinforcements which soon

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rush through, and to the guards already in the room.
Doctor Brandt was a tertiary responsibility. He seemed like a
decent enough guy in spite of it all. Alexander and
his men are two point oh four seconds from the door,
maybe faster if they dropped into a dead sprint. Roland
stepped forward into the lead guard. He grabbed the man
by the hair, lifted him into the air, and slammed

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his skull hard into the second guard's face. Bone cracked.
Sixteen point three and twenty eight point seven percent chances
of fatal hemorrhage respectively. Roland dropped the first man and
plunged his fingers into the third guard's eyes. He gouged deep,
stopped just short of the man's brain, and then pulled
his hand free. The man staggered back, opened his mouth,
and started to scream. A surge of battle drugs hit

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roland synapses at just that moment, and in a fit
of gleeful pique, he grabbed the man by the jaw
and pulled. His intent had been to yank the man's
head into his knee, but he pulled a little too
hard and ripped the whole jaw free. The man fell back, gurgled, bled.
Huh my bad, Roland said to no one in particular.
He shoved the jaw into his front pocket, figuring it

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might make a useful weapon when the reinforcement showed up.
In the meantime, he set to work ripping the prisoner's
manacle chains apart. It'd have taken too long to remove
the manacles, but at least with the chains free, they'd
all be able to move with What are you? Oh
my god, Roland? What ha? Doctor brand Manny and Sasha
finally reacted. Roland had to remind himself that their brains
wouldn't have been able to properly process what he'd done

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while it was happening. The whole altercation had lasted barely
a quarter second. To Manny, Sasha, and doctor Brandt. The
violence had been disorienting and almost unintelligible. The three negotiators
from rolling Fuck, we're not stock Sapien. They'd reacted faster
and gone to ground almost as soon as he'd rushed
the first man. At least the women had. The young
man was too dazed and battered to react much at all,

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so his friends pulled him down and shielded him with
their bodies. Of the other three, Manny was the first
to react. He grabbed Sasha by the shoulder and shoved
her down below the window line. Roland was proud. He
would have said something about that, but everything went disastrously
wrong a fraction of a second later. Roland had known
Alexander and his men were rushing the door. He'd estimated

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a solid one point four seconds before they breached the entryway.
That's why he'd occupied himself by checking on every one.
He'd trusted his senses and trusted that the Heavenly Kingdom
didn't have any gear. He hadn't already seen. That proved
to be a mistake, because, unbeknownst to Roland, two men
in powered armor hung off the outside wall of the building,
directly underneath the window. Their suits were bleeding edge stealth

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technology utterly absent from Roland's pieda bites of memory. His
passive censors had missed them entirely. Roland first realized they
were there and that he'd aired terribly when they opened
fire close to a hundred thirty cow lebr slugs tore
through the wall of the jail at roughly forty two
hundred feet per second. They were fired at such close

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range and with such total surprise that Roland was unable
to dodge or prep his subdermal armor for impact. Nineteen
rounds hit him fifteen in his center of mass, one
in his left thigh, and three in his right shoulder.
Two hit Manny, ripping a hole through his left hand
and another through his kidney. Doctor Brandt, who had only
half turned to face Rowland at this point, was torn
apart in a fusillade of steel. Rowland also registered hits

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on their not yet rescued captives, one in Tullie's left
butt cheek, one that severed Rick's index finger, and another
in the young man's shoulder. Rowland staggered back from the
impact of the rounds just as Alexander's point man burst
through the door. The coordination between the two teams was impressive,
as was the fact that the suited man hadn't hit
their allies on the other side of the door. On

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a normal day, Roland would have ripped the shotgun out
of the point man's hands and castrated him with it.
But this was not a normal day, and Roland's brain
was occupied with a damage to his body. The point
man fired twice and sent one ounce tungsten slugs through
both of Roland's knees. He dropped, rolled, moaned, and then
the rest of the team was in the room. They
moved well, not like vets, but like men who'd trained

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a lot for entries like this. They all wore heavy
body armor. It wasn't powered, but it provided solid protection
against small arms fire. The mostly packed auto shotguns smart choice,
Roland thought, when fighting post humans, go for tissue damage.
He was hurt, nothing fatal yet, but the loss of
momentum and control had cost him dearly. Now six men

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had a beat on him with weaponry powerful enough to
do some real damage. Roland listened as one of the
stealth suit smashed the remainder of the window in and
crawled inside the room. This armor was much more subtle
than the standard Air's pattern power armor. Aside from plating
at the chest and shins, it didn't look like it
added a substantial amount of protection. But the suit was
covered in high definition display panels. The man was hard

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for Roland to see. He would have been nigh invisible
to a normal human. Shit Roland's bat blood and looked
up just as a very satisfied looking young man stepped
into the room. He was tall, handsome, and well built.
He wore the same armor as his men, but lacked
a helmet. Instead, he had a red beret with a
lacquered gold cross pin to the front. Roland took one
look at the boy's prominent jaw line and well tanned skin.

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He grudgingly agreed that it would have been a crime
to cover up that face. How new were those fucking suits,
he asked the fancy man. The Republic had some very
choice gear in its armory. The youth replied, My superiors
will be happy to hear how well it worked against you.
He sauntered into the room like a conquering king, waving
his pistol lazily at the captives. Hello, Sasha, he said,

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with a smile and a cheery wave of his free hand. Alexander,
she replied, in a tone as cold as ice. The
young man Alexander stopped in front of Roland, peered down
and grinned the ship, eating hist grin in the history
of eating shit, you know, he said, It was rather
easy drawing you into this trap. Once you played your
hand at the training camp. We knew you'd come here sooner.

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Oh Laeda, I was rather surprised to see you involved, Sasha.
He looked up at her, Awanda, Was this your plan
all along? Or are you merely an opportunist clutching to
these men because my proposition injured your ego? He laughed prickishly.
Roland wanted to hit him, but the situation merited further
analysis before action. Much of the damage done to him

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in the ambush had already healed, and none of it
was substantial enough to impede his deadliness, but his position
was rather tenuous. The second armored soldier crouched at the
window adhered to the outside wall. The first stealth suited
soldier had one gun trained on Manny and another aimed
at Roland. Alexander's men all had him dead to rights,
shotguns leveled in fingers on triggers. He could perhaps move

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fast enough to take out one or two of them,
but the others would do a significant amount of damage
in the meantime, and more to the point, Roland could
do nothing to insure Sasha and Manny's safety. He considered
their deaths unacceptable. I really am a bit disappointed, and
how easy the saul was. The young fuck continued, I
thought we'd be in for more of a fight here.
I guess the stories about your kind were exaggerated, after all,

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I suspected. So no amount of scientific tinkering can replace
the blessings of God behind a righteous men. Roland sensed movement,
not from Manny. He was frozen still next to Sasha
under the gun of one of the power armored troopers.
It didn't come from any of Alexander's men either. It
was Marigold. The woman had gritted her teeth and inched

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her hand towards the body of the guard Roland. A
dee jawed, he watched she wrapped her hand around the
grip of his side arm. Alexander stepped around him and
headed towards Sasha. The other soldiers still had their weapons
trained on Roland. They didn't seem to have noticed Marigold.
I warn't you, didn't I? Sasha? Alexander asked, as a
smile played across his lips. I'll warn't you what came

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of defying God's will? And then you allied yourself with
a beast whose very existence is a sin against our
heavenly Father. If Christ had intended, Roll never got to
hear the rest of that sentence, because Alexander never got
to say it. He was interrupted by Marigold, pulling the
pistol free of its holster and swinging it up towards
the groin of the squad's point man. She fired twice,

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switched targets, and pumped two more rounds into the unarmored
belly of a second man. Roland was up and off
the ground. Between the second and third shot. He swung
his fist hard into the face plate of the nearest
soldier's helmet. The plexiglass shattered, and Roland's knuckles pushed shards
into the man's cheeks and eyes. The martyr screamed and
fired a shot that went wide because Roland dove to

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the left as he retracted his fist and pivoted to
rush the power armored man holding a gun on Manny
and Sasha. There were no good options here. Marigold's intervention
had given them all a chance, but Roland had been
forced to make a choice between going after the armored
men and saving his friends, or taking out the entry
team and saving Marigold and her friends. He heard her
fire two more shots and heard them impact, but then

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his attention was consumed by the two men in powered armor.
They had recovered first, and both men opened up Roland
as he charged. There was no dodging at this distance.
It was barely possible to mitigate the damage in any way.
Roland took thirty high velocity rounds to the face, neck, shoulders,
and upper chest. Some of them were stopped by his
subderm alarmor, most weren't. He felt, holy shit, real pain

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for the first time in what felt like years. Roland's
wired nervous system rewarded this with a flood of chemical bliss.
As he charged, he smiled and whooped like a sixteen
year old. Railing his first line of blow, he dove
into the first man hands first, grabbed his enemy by
the neck, and then bum rushed him into the man
hanging outside the window. This knocked the top of the
second man's body free from the wall and sent him

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reeling half back into open air. The man's feet were
still attached to the building, but his body flailed free.
Roland kept his grip and focus on the first armored man.
The martyr's neck armor had hardened to resist the crushing
strength of Roland's grip, so he shook the man's head
back and forth and slammed it into the frame of
the building as hard as possible. The soldier pumped another
dozen rounds point blank into Roland's body. He saw red,

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He felt red. He was numbly aware of the tremendous
amount of damage being done to him, but none of
it had yet rendered him unable to throttle this motherfucker.
So he continued to squeeze until the armor's neck seals failed, cracked,
and Roland's fingernails bit deep into the meat of the
man's throat and crushed his windpipe. Roland tossed the body
aside and went for the second man still flailing outside

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the window. He was interrupted when Alexander fired a slug
into his temple. The round impact at his reinforced skull
and ricocheted off, but the impact the force of the
blow itself made him seize stars it hurt Roland staggered
back into the side. Then several things happened in very
quick succession. Marigold fired another round her last. It was

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followed by the sound of the two remaining guards opening
up with their shotguns. Roland heard as she was torn apart.
Just as his eyes started to focus again, Alexander fired
two more shots directly into his head. The man on
the wall finally found his grip again, and Roland felt
the power armored soldiers steady himself to open fire. Roland
akenhind brain advised him that going for the armored man

(01:22:02):
was probably his best decision, so he surged forward, less
steady than before, and hunched his shoulders in anticipation of
taking another slugger for to the brain pan, but that
didn't happen. For the second time to day, Roland was
surprised by the actions of a normal human. This time
it was Sasha. She'd gotten up from where she and
Manny had taken shelter from the gunfight and crawled over
to the body of the first guard Roland had disabled.

(01:22:25):
He'd been dimly aware of this in the semi conscious way.
He was aware of the traffic passing outside, his brain
had opted to not focus on it, since the heavily
armed men were a more pressing concern. But then Sasha
had removed the unconscious guard's helmet and rushed towards Alexander.
She swung first for his gun hand. Roland heard her
knock the pistol free of his grip. Then she hit
him in the face, over and over and over again.

(01:22:48):
Roland felt the urge to thank her, but just then
the power armored man became a concern again. The fucker
managed to get off three more shots before Roland ripped
the weapon free from its forearm mount and used it
to cave in the armored face. Light. Blood spurted out,
and the man fell limp back out the window. His
feet continued to adhere to the outside wall while his jerking,
bleeding body dangled in the breeze. Roland turned just in

(01:23:11):
time to take another two slugs from another two shotguns,
but then the men were empty. They'd pumped most of
their rounds into Marigold's body. They fumbled to reload, panicked
and clearly unused to carrying out the task in a
combat situation. Roland could smell the terror as it wafted
off their bodies. Their fear hit his nervous system like
an ounce of crystal meth. He loomed towards them, and

(01:23:31):
for a second the only sounds in the room were
his footsteps and the dull thwap of Sasha pounding her
helmet into Alexander's now shattered skull. Roland whipped his left
arm out A massive blade not unlike a straight razor,
tore through the flesh of his inner forearm and locked
into place. The men screamed, one dropped his shotgun and
tried to run. Roland tore into him first, using the

(01:23:52):
blade to sever the fucker's arms. Battle drugs and pure
liquid satisfaction flowed into roland synapses. His dick went hard,
and he dreamed in wordless joy as he slashed downwards
and sliced off the man's face. The poor bastard fell away, burbling,
and Roland turned towards the last soldier. He died an
equally terrible death. And then it was done. The battle

(01:24:13):
was over. Quiet reigned. The only sounds audible to a
normal human would have been the blood spurting from dead
and dying bodies, and the sound of sobbing. Tully sobbed
for Marigold, Sasha sobbed for Roland guest her lost innocence.
And then out in the city beyond came the sound
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