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... ead. He touched it lightly with a finger, feeling a tingle of static electricity. "Mrs. Quinn... what in the name of the apocalypse world is this? It’s thinner than a polythene, yet it’s stopping tank-killers."
"Don’t ask," Sunshine said, she scanned the data the System was feeding her. "Focus on who is trying to turn us into charcoal. Who did you piss off today, Vicente? This cannot be some random attack. Assuming that Hannibal over there is not responsible for it." She glanced at Mrs. ...
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