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"... Mission Control, target found, sending details. Over."
/Bzzz…/
"... Received. Target processed… Continue with the mission, lethal force authorized."
"You all heard it. Engage."
As soon as they met their target, their leader first reported it to their superiors before giving them any orders.
Soon after, the man 'noticed' their presence, but he wasn't fooling anybody.
He was the one who threw the puppet's chassis a mile down the Complex towards them; he knew they were after him from the beginning.
It didn't matter how he knew, it only mattered that he could.
/Move!/
They began to move in tandem as soon as he gave the order, and the man stood still, waiting to see what they were going to do.
Maybe he was confident in himself, or he knew there was nowhere to go, regardless of the outcome of this clash.
Perhaps, deep down, he had a secret plan in the making...
