All three of them were shooting at the robots and they were making escape routes for everyone to get out.
The man in the lab coat got my attention.
“Sir, we’re clearing the way for your university. Now’s your time to escape!” He ordered me to get out as he spoke in a different accent that’s not from around Hollandus Landing or even America.
Some of the grads and I escaped as they were covering everyone and defending them as best they could.
I just hoped they would be alright.
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