Max didn’t get a chance to warn me, but they were gone by the time I got home.
Door left ajar, house ransacked, everything taken apart, including the Dogbot, who lay in bits on the hall rug.
K-9s are an expensive piece of kit, so I loaded him in the wheelbarrow with my tools and weapons and packed everything into the hummer. I took nothing else, though it hurt to leave the eviscerated keyboard behind.
I set the hummer controls to glide under the radar and sped away. They had Max, they didn’t know yet that I held the data.
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