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June 24, 2010

Stacy: Lockdown

We ran as fast as we could, but it was no use. As soon as that engine started he was a dead man.

We made it to the top of the rise in time to see the Predator come ghosting over the treetops. The old man was oblivious to our shouts, he was too intent on coaxing the sputtering generator to life. The beam of coherent light from the drone burned through the smoking machine and cut him in half where he stood.

Doc looked at me, murder in his eyes. “I am stopping this,” he snarled.

I believed him.

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