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Chapter 58: The Artillery Gambit
Author: Ureve101
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"They aren't just positioning mortars," Sera said, her voice crackling through the handheld analog transceiver with a sharp, frantic edge that made the tiny speaker hiss. "Look at the telemetry feeds I pulled off the regional relay before the master console fried. Those aren't standard high-explosive tubes. They're heavy-siege pneumatic launchers rigged with wide-area dispersal shells."

Rian wiped a mixture of sweat and cold sewer condensation from his brow, his thumb fra

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