Weaponless: The Future Cop
“I can handle it,” Lighter said. He clung to the wall of the building and looked over the corner at the street behind it. “Oh really?” Shugumi asked, crouching near him. “With no ammunition and no support? Since when are you authorized to ‘handle’ tanks?” “It’ll destroy the entire street. I’m not waiting for Alphas to get here.” He flicked down his visor and pulled on a massive glove. “But,” The short Asian guy tried to protest but Lighter was already gone in a sudden gust of gale force wind. What was terrorizing the street was not a tank in the traditional since of the word but for lack of a better definition. It was a metal behemoth at least three stories high and walked on six machine legs as opposed to rolling on tracks. But, similar to other tanks, it did leave a waft of destruction in its wake.
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