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"Weapons," Toreed

They realized only when they neared the door that Wyatt wasn’t with them

"Wyatt?" Tom called to Vik

Vik spun around, looked behind thele nah to send an unpleasant jolt through Toaze swung around to see Wyatt and Lieutenant Ja, adrenaline and hostility surging through hie, hard-faced lieutenant with close-cropped hair and a scarred cheek leaning over Wyatt, saying so to her He wasn’t sure when Blackburn had slipped into the Lafayette Room, but he’d obviously called Wyatt over for a quick talk by the opposite doorway

Tole focus point

This was the man who’d tried to rip his brain apart To an alar out of sorts when Blackburn thought she’d hacked his personnel file and told people private things the trainees weren’t supposed to know about hiain Tom’s head spun When had this happened? How had he missed it? Blackburn reached down and clasped Wyatt’s shoulder with a big hand Tohtly whapped the back of his head "Doctor, guns!"

"Right, Doctor" Torinned at his fellow Doctor of Doom They weren’t real doctors, of course, but they’d called each other this ever since the war games "Weapons"

It was hard to force hie over and shove his worst enemy away from one of his best friends

CHAPTER THREE

IT WAS GLORIOUS

The armory stood like some miniature fortress in thewalls, and shallow pools When they crossed through the door into the armory’s depths, they found themselves in a narrow corridor Each step carried the are suits to render a soldier invisible There were guns of all types, some that Tom’s neural processor identified, some it would not At the end of the hall, a ht on top of it Tom and Vik sa after row of aluminum-and-steel machines that resembled exoskeletons, like a so all artificial-intelligence-dooazed up in uely aware of other newly proht, then leaving again Soon no one else re them to contemplate the wonders around theuns, don all the arainst those erly lifted a small cylinder that resembled some sort of handheld cannon "Look at this"

"I’ Bob,’" Toly

"Your head could fit in the ," Vik said, awestruck "Seriously CoStick your own head in"

"I have highly teet nestlike You don’t care when your hair gets nestlike, To, because he was reaching out to pick up another intriguing weapon of terrible death His neural processor infornetic pulser For so could fry a neural processorit at Karl Marsters danced through his head