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...a metallic tube slid in, right above the grip. Smoothly and silently.
– "Where's the rest of our team?!"
– "There's no time! Keep firing!"
The lock slid into place with a silent click.
– "There's too many of them!!"
– "DISPLACE! DISPLACE!!"
The piston, with lock, slid easily down into the tube, locking in place.
– "FP!! FP!!! EVERYBODY, FALL BACK!!!"
The spring, inserted into the piston and locked into place.
– "KENT! GET OUT OF THERE!!! KENT!!"
The top, slammed in and locked in place.
– "Kent's down, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
The clip, inserted with a little click.
– "IT'S ENRAGED!!! LEG IT!!"
Reloaded, and aimed down the sights, and it hit me. We were screwed.
– "McGrath, GET UP AND RUN! You're not killing it with that thing!"
A character stood less than a hundred yards away, twice the size of a man, seemingly half-made of metal, trashing a car Kent used to stand on. All lit up in a crazy red hue, it was coming straight at me. A hell-of-a moment to get my gun jammed…