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No Escape

I spun around only to find two more of them closing in on me. The effects of the injection were beginning to fade. I had to think quickly or I would never escape the parking structure.

“You’re like weeds, I pluck one of you and two more appear,” I said, before throwing a set of explosive throwing stars. “Well, welcome to the weed-whacker, baby!”

The stars converged around the neck of my enemy, the subsequent explosion severing his head. The only way to kill these hyper-evolved beings is by inducing brain damage. It took me weeks of trial and error to discover that little tidbit.

“It won’t be long before you run out of toys, Mr. Mortimer.”

My heartbeat slowed to a painful crawl as the adrenaline faded. I would have to fight my way out feeling a cocktail hangover of sorts.

“What do you say we call it a draw and live to fight another day?” I asked, reaching for my favorite toy.

“If we didn’t want you alive, Mr. Mortimer, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me. Rest assured, there is no escape.

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