iRobot: The New World
The extinguisher had been released inside the building but Scorpion had set off another outside it.
The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple as the assassin saw various firefighters- humans and robots, trying to put out the fire.
Nothing inside was likely to survive the fire, Scorpion thought.
The flames licked up in the air with the wind, trying to catch something else on fire, and finding nothing but air. It disappeared into the windy night, like disappointed flutters.
As he ran the palm of his hand around the three day growth of his chin, he traced the ridge of an old scar. The memory of its origin caused him to wince. He quickly buried the thought and turned to the job i
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