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There was no recoil, just a rush of data. A stream of "bullets"—compressed packets of destructive code—tore through the digital architecture of the building. He didn't just shoot a gun; he shot information . He shot the locks off the doors. He shot the security cameras into static. He shot the bank accounts into oblivion.

Kael sat. The chrome spider descended, clamping onto his temples. Cold. Unforgiving. bulletstorm.com

He pulled the trigger.