<P>Bullets shattered the walls around him. Some pierced his back. He turned. Guards had come into the room, and were attacking the violator before them.
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<P>Dominic was falling. He must have been knocked from the room... Out the window... His body was twisting within the gripping fist of gravity, and below him, he now saw as he flailed, the space between him and the ground stretched infinitely, completely out of comprehension. Blackness formed around the corners of his vision... He must have appeared to others as death itself, the tumbling, broken figure, drenched in red, his own red, the red of others...
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<P>Beneath him was the released security bot. The beast. He landed on it, and clung to its mighty back.
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<P>It shook beneath him. It vibrated with unquenchable thirst for conclusion, its body blistering with heat, firing round after round from its incredible arms... It sprayed explosives from itself, it fired constantly... The heat rose... The metal shook... The ground shook... Dominic felt and saw nothing but that massive hulking monstrosity beneath him, and then the familiar pangs of unconsciousness gripped him once again.
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<P>He was lying on the ground again. The surface under his back was different now. Not the gravel of the roof as he had felt before, but the flat, rough texture of concrete. The glittering sky again filled his eyes.
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<P>He suddenly became aware of the gunshots all around him. They were distant, like a war being fought in a far off plane of existence...
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<P>He looked down at his body. He was completely riddled with the puncture wounds of pistol rounds, rifle rounds...
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<P>He could not see his legs. They were somewhere else. There, off to his side... The other half of his body...
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