Deeper in the South District.The Scrap Guild's fleet of trademark trucks was in full, frantic retreat. Behind the wheel, Danny watched the black tide closing in through his rearview mirror, his eyes bulging, rolls of fat trembling across his body, cold sweat soaking through his shirt."We're done, we're so done. Even the weapons Jake gave us can't hold back something like this!"In the passenger seat, the perpetually cheerful Howard had lost his smile too. He gripped the handle above the door, staring at the tide that seemed to blot out the sky, and gulped."Danny... you think my luck can handle something like this? Because it's not looking good."Just as the group was ready to give up the fight, a heavy, booming shot rang out, cutting through the chaos.Not far off, a 60mm mortar mounted on the roof of a red Level 5 heavy hauler spat a burst of fire. The shell arced through the air and landed dead center in the tide ahead.The blast tore open a fifteen-meter radius, sending
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