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Chapter 4 - The Upper Hand


Tank Drone: I'm sorry I couldn't beat him...
Tankor: Don't worry, you'll be okay, we'll get you to the doctor and-
Tank Drone: I'm so sorry...


Tankor: No...


Tankor: That's it, Toa! Now it's PERSONAL!


Mirage: Uh, you do know that that isn't really your son, just a mindless Tank Drone
who's A.I. is limited to apologizing and welcoming dinner guests, don't you?


Tankor: Well, it's still pretty personal.
Mirage: Indeed.

Later, a strategy is devised...