FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0006
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Before she can recover, you take the broken radio at your side and jam it into her speaker. She reels backward with a squelch of feedback, a shower of sparks coursing from the opening.
Her voice is a barely intelligible over the crackle of electricity as she squawks, “Unit PR-Eight has sustained criticalllllllllllllllll-“ a sharp burst of feedback drowns out the remainder of her words, but she soon recovers, re-focusing her attention upon you with the radio protruding from her “mouth”. 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?