The dynamites need a tracker to explode. I’m the only Red Blood who has a tracker in my veins.
This building has to die before they can create machineries against civilians.
“Come on!” The Mechanics have tracked us and it tampered our plan; but there’s no time for another strategy.
“Don’t forget…” me.
I radio Vault to soar. The helicopter flees as Leo shouts for my name.
I stand on the edge as the Mechanics project their guns at me. “Fire!”
I jump and activate the bomb.
Shards rocket from explosions.
I’m falling 7,000 feet from below.
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