<P>Walking down the street, Tiberius marveled at what the houses there must have once looked like. Toppled balconies and shattered windows now overlooked the smashed cars and cracked pavement. A few small fires burned in some of the windows. While he was looking up, paying little attention to where he was walking, was when he tripped over something ghastly.
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<P>He stumbled over a giant leg and nearly fell over. The leg was made of metal and looked as if it could withstand just about anything. But that wasn't what scared him. It was the thing's arm pointing directly at his face, looking as if it would shred him into oblivion with its machine gun or possibly just reduce him to tiny bits with its rocket launcher.
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<P>So this must be one of the bots they were referring to...
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<P>Once he overcame the initial shock and accepted that the beast was dead, he backed up and stepped around the metallic corpse. It had apparently been knocked back by a pair of small rockets and a barrage of bullets. Its downfall had come at a high price: surrounding the wreckage was a swarm of bodies. Blood caked the streets, supplied by men, women, and children alike. Some of them wore the black uniforms of Majestic 12 soldiers.
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<P>Tiberius bent over one of the bodies. The sight was beyond words. A small child, his body ripped into by a machine gun, lay next to a man torn almost in half. He was beyond words. For a long while he sat there, on his knees, fighting back tears. The only thing that brought him back was Carson's cold voice in his head reminding him of his meeting. Before he stood up, Tiberius took one last look at the man and the boy. Examining the wounds, he made a startling realization.
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<P>These were not made by the same weapon.
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<P>The man's body had clearly been savaged by something of a very large caliber. Each shot had gone clear through his entire body and taken large amounts of flesh with it. On the boy, this was not the case. Tiberius's mind did not want to make the logical conclusion until he happened to see an assault rifle in one of the hands of one of the fallen soldiers.