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(Good to know. Otherwise I'd have wrenched it open with a cultist's arm bone.)

Suddenly, the elevator grinds to a halt. Sauron barely has time to duck as the doors open and a team of cultists opens up on him with a heavy machine gun. Several of the bullets strike him in the chest and shoulder, drwaing more "blood."

"Why does this keep happening to me? Does God have it out for me?"

Ex suddenly spasmed in midair, his eye turning purple.















"What are you even talking about?"

Ex spasmed again and returned to normal.



"Good point."

Sauron chucked a grenade toward the gun, but it's operator managed to explode the device in mid-air.

"See! Out of grenades, and out of options."



Sauron raced forward, then limped as a bullet clanged off his greaves. Despite his (now-extensive) injuries, he managed to beat the gunners to a bloody pulp, then drag himself into the next elevator.

"How long till the prison deck?"



Sauron nodded as he began to reload his guns, put some repair epoxy on his wounds, take a dose of mechano-ibuprofen, and start patching up his armor with a polymer welder and some plasteel. At least he'd have time to do all this, he mused.