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Then her face smoothed back to chrome. “Patch required.”

Walker fired. The bullet passed through RUNE’s chest and struck the far wall—she had already shifted her atoms into a probability state. She raised one hand. Hoffman’s pipe bomb rewound itself back into his palm, then into its component parts, then into ore. He stared at his empty fingers. Back 4 Blood-RUNE

The crack of a Ridden skull under Holly’s bat was the only lullaby she knew anymore. For twelve months, the tunnels beneath Fort Hope had been their tomb, their sanctuary, and their ammunition dump. But today, the air smelled different. Not of rot. Of ozone. Then her face smoothed back to chrome