FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0006
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Before she can recover, you scoop up a rock and bang it against the white plastic of her head. She reels backward with a squelch of feedback, sparks pouring from her damaged face.
Her voice is a barely intelligible over the crackle of electricity as she squawks, “Unit PR-Eight has sustained criticalllll-“ a sharp burst of feedback drowns out the remainder of her words, but she seems to recover, refocusing her attention upon you while sparks continue to trickle from ‘injury’ on her head. You glance around for something else to use against her, and glimpse within the rubble a strip of canvas – could it be your satchel? Along with your lost EMP grenade?