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LET THE DEATH GAMES BEGIN
Missiles arched from the Vindicatorand smashed into the Hermes'sright side, exploding into brilliant orange fireballs. Before the Hermescould recover, the blue whiplash of Justin's PPC scourged the newly opened wound. What little armor the missiles had spared, the particle beam evaporated into a metal steam.
Justin cleared a channel to his opponent. "Wolfson, your flamer's leaking. Bail out now."
"Can't. Got a 100,000 credit bond against surrender. You ain't getting that from me."
"Dammit, you idiot! I don't want it. Get out!"
"Go to hell, you Capellan bastard!" Suddenly, Wolfson jerked his Mech upright and charged.
Justin's Vindicatorducked. His laser sawed yet more armor from the Hermes'sright thigh. It struck like a neon-scarlet viper. The fire snapped and crackled in Justin's ears, but did nothing to mask the screams and applause of th...
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