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<P><B><JC>Gelo R. Fleisher</JC>
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<P>The way in front was clear, keeping low, Jerrod tried to move as fast as he could towards the far side of the room.
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<P>He didn't make it.
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<P>The searing pain in his back as his body armor absorbed a massive blow was the first indication that the gunman behind him at found his mark, the crushing pain of his head slamming into a console and retort of gunfire were the second.
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<P>Jerrod dropped to the floor, curling up involuntarily as pain ran through his head. He vaguely heard the grenade launcher and shotgun clatter to the ground as he clutched his throbbing head in his gloved fingers. The impact with the console had pushed his left ocular implant into his skull and the pain was nearly unbearable. Guardian's rumbling voice cut through the haze of suffering that was engulfing him.
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<P>Cosmic Dissonance. Cosmic Consonance. You know which path you wish for. The problem is action. Such contradictory creatures. We will act for you.