"Fine!" Dr. Bailey shouted over the gunfire. "Soundwave's not interested in me for some reason."
Suddenly, he felt something strike his foot. He picked it up and found it to be a CD case with a note from Shelton. He read with a frown on his face.
"We need to get moving! Shelton's got a job for us!" he said as she showed Dr. Landon and Spc. Crota the note.
A bullet that pinged off the doorframe highlighted how urgent this job was.
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Gustave shrugged off the headbutt. He ducked the punch and lunged at Soundwave, trying to tackle him to the ground.
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Sweat poured down Alfred's face despite the fact that the room was air conditioned. His armored vest had been struck multiple times by gunfire and he was sure that he had been struck or at least grazed by a bullet. His muscles ached from the sheer amount of brawling he had done with these automatons.
He grabbed one of the smaller engine blocks and threw it at some of the robots, mowing them down.
"How many of these things are there?" he panted out. All around him were the robots he had destroyed.
One of the robots snuck behind him and knocked him down. He rolled away from the robot's metallic fist, which actually cracked the concrete floor. He dodged the next blow and slammed his fist into what would be the robot's crotch. The blow was so powerful it actually dented the robot's armored chassis.
The robot was unfazed by an attack that would have probably left an organic being unconscious from sheer pain. Alfred swore as he realized that organic weak points didn't apply to robots.
As the robot tried to move, its legs locked up and seized. Alfred grinned as he got up. The blow had probably damaged the joints. The Bison seized the robot, which outweighed him by almost a hundred pounds, hoisted it over his head and hurled it at Soundwave, who happened to have his back to him.
Another robot, much lighter in weight as this was flying type bot, landed behind him. Alfred spun around and slammed his fist into the robot, completely destroying its optics. He picked up the now blind robot, tore off its arm and drove his booted feet into what he assumed was the processing unit, rendering it useless.
"Come on," he muttered, tapping the improvised club against his hand as the robots continued advancing.
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Dr. Zanasiu's shotgun clicked empty and he had Zachary and the Mongoose Cobalt soldier cover him while he reloaded."How how do we stop the flow of these things? We've probably shot apart dozens!" he exclaimed as he fished in his pocket for some shotgun shells.
"Dozens?" Sgt. Masters said as he slid a new magazine into his rifle. "Alfred's probably personally ripped apart a few dozen by himself."
The Mongoose blazed away with his rifle, ducking behind the wall as the arc cannon from a robot sent a bolt of lightning towards them that narrowly missed his head. A short burst from his rifle rendered the robot nonfunctional.