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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">!!CRITICAL SUCCESS!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">+1 Skill Gained</span></span></span>
At the expense of time you manage to easily retrieve the eight small explosives devices the Elysian bastard had so pathetically placed. Then you spotted the second set, the fiend had gone to the effort to hide the more lethal XB-1 Seekers. Placed between and under rubble already heavy with thick banks of snow. Six are well hidden, the drones collect and sort the bombs, storing them within your own emptied ordnance hollows. Before they can finish securing the load you are already back on the trail. Stalking through the skeletal remains of the brick and mortar building, you scan meticulously. Eyes open for any other boobytraps or ambushes, the aged metal frames and rusted factory equipment interfere with the readings.
Ghosts watching you from every dark corner. False positives bouncing back and forth. The age-old traces of what once was made here. You stoop low, slipping between blown out and battered assembly lines. The Waking Nightmare feeds the core positive readings of minute inferred streaks. Glimpses of life. But no certainty. It could have been almost anything. But the machine whispers of eyes. It was just as mad as you are. What was left of your broken mind tense and ready. Someone was watching you, you scan further. Pushing through the boxed in the killzone of the interior. Your large frame cramped within, you step through a non-existent wall and out into a loading area.
The open sky meets you once again with buffering hail. Rail tracks and discarded vehicles line the deserted place. Giving chase along the ancient tracks you head back into the storm, you were gaining on him. Your mind blinked in and out, the scout drone announcing the Brute's path. He had turned around, traveling in a wide berth. But he was definitely heading back towards your prey, the idiots trying to trap you. The rails led into a thickly wooded area, a forest of giant pines swaying in the heavy winds. The plants succeed in encircling your path. But the Elysian degenerate was still too far away, he would have his turn once you had crushed the Wretch. You lick your savage lips, the sudden wetness bringing pain as you taste the salty copper. The thick and flakey blood wasn't your own, you swallow the few morsels that stick to your tongue. Slimy and gritty,
<span class="mu-r">She</span> tasted as good as ever. 