The inside of the Keystone Mall smelled of dust and decay. The interior door took another couple of seconds and I ran into the gloomy old mall. I cleared it with my blade and ducked through. I smashed the butt of the gladius’ hilt into the lower glass pane of the entrance door. They would take pictures of the license plates, submit a report, and let the cops and insurance company sort it out. Logic said that whatever security this place had, if it had any, would clear out the moment the two Guardians pulled into the parking lot. I locked the box, locked the car, and ran to the front doors. Solid black, with a sixteen-inch double-edged blade of 80CRV2 steel, it weighed a pound and a half and let me cut or thrust with equal efficiency.Ī canister of mace was last, just in case. I had a choice between a tactical saber, a machete, or a gladius.
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