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The second-worst thing about hunting beasts are stiffing clients. You’re probably at least knee-deep in medical bills, repair costs or both in addition to pulling off a tough, hazardous gig, and the motherfucker decides not to pay.

Whenever I encounter such clients, they never stiff anyone again once I’m done with hunting them.

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As a historian, I know for certain that the humanity of old times would have gone extinct, had the Fiirddokha attacked Earth during their time. It’s not just because they lacked the things that are vital for our survival today: the current technology, the facilities underground and underwater and the infrastructure to support them. The people back then simply could not have united their strength for mutual global survival, a feat only their descendants were able to achieve after centuries of feuds, wide-scale wars and so on.

I don’t mean that our society was perfect or without conflicts, but at least we were able to unite when it mattered the most.

I just hope that our descendants will keep the world peace alive.

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One could always wonder whether or not mechs had any souls. The kind of humans who advocated for their rights, for their sentience, is extinct nowadays, however. I suppose they were the ones who died out second — the first ones being those whose lives revolved around mechs — when the mechs turned their self-defense weaponry towards us without a warning.

Or were there warnings? Did we see them but ignore or not recognize them? Did some higher-ups see this coming but suppressed the information because our world relied on mechs, which meant we couldn’t get rid of them without collapsing our society and economy?

I don’t know. I only know that most people don’t care anymore.

We all just want to kill them just as much as they want to kill us, if not even more.

It’s either us or them.

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Meredith and Connor both ran, praying to whatever divine powers there may be for enough strength and luck to get out of the city.

Other groups had to be warned about this spy-mech. That, in addition to the need to avoid being spotted, was the only thing running through their minds as they took different routes into opposite directions with a common goal they never agreed to have or share.

If only at least one of them got past the city perimeter, there would be hope for the others’ survival.

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The scouts were already back. Or more like some of them were.
“They bombed us out of the water, sir,” one of them told. “We lost a squad.”
I knew better than to swear aloud, so I nodded. “Very well. If you’re not hurt, go file a report and get some rest.”

Seems like those bastards located this sanctuary. No wonder we’ve been cut off from supplies.

This is going to be a long day.