"Well that went well."
"Shut the @#$% up, Nigel," Derek growled.
"We got, what, forty of the little mechanical bastards?"
"Nigel, for the love of the Prophet, would you kindly shut your face?"
"Gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please?" the tigermorph at the front of the room asked politely. Behind them, two old model military wolfmorphs stood
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