She stands her ground even as Voodoo dives for cover. Maybe it's suicidal overconfidence. Maybe she just doesn't give a damn about napalm and incineration any more. Maybe she's tired of doing this dance with the Cleaners.
She fires again. The round ricochets off the blacktop just in front of Ferro. A warning shot. "We're going to cure this, and we'll do it without burning the borough to ash." She sneers. "Can you say the same?"
A lick of napalm gets too close. There's the stench of burned hair and singed clothing. She curses, retreats behind a garbage truck. But she doesn't stop talking.
"The only thing that has to be done is to stop this. Just give it up, Ferro."
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She stands her ground even as Voodoo dives for cover. Maybe it's suicidal overconfidence. Maybe she just doesn't give a damn about napalm and incineration any more. Maybe she's tired of doing this dance with the Cleaners.
She fires again. The round ricochets off the blacktop just in front of Ferro. A warning shot. "We're going to cure this, and we'll do it without burning the borough to ash." She sneers. "Can you say the same?"
A lick of napalm gets too close. There's the stench of burned hair and singed clothing. She curses, retreats behind a garbage truck. But she doesn't stop talking.
"The only thing that has to be done is to stop this. Just give it up, Ferro."