They kept on coming.
No matter how many they killed, no matter how much ammunition they shot off, they just kept on coming.
“Watch the left!” Mother shouted as Voodoo fired off a burst, leaning into the machine gun to counter the recoil. A rocket flew by, the smoke watering Voodoo’s eyes.
“RPG, left low!” Rabbit shouted.
“Fuuuck, don’t they
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