tore his eyes from his peer's comely smile just in time to see what must have been a hundred missiles taking flight. They erupted from the Kodiak's back in three rhythmic cloudbursts. They filled the air, their vapor trails briefly taking on a heart shape as they arced in the direction of the Type 55 units. Involuntarily, he moved away from the window. More involuntarily, he dragged Macek back a few paces with him.

As the missiles struck their targets in waves, the concussions shook the hall and rattled the chandeliers. The more skittish onlookers headed for the door once more.

"Bon seigneur dans le ciel!" Luther heard himself scream.

The explosions tore into the Chinese mechs, sending shrapnel spinning into the air or skittering across the earth in a terrifying show of destruction. F...

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