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"If we get Tower Two," she said softly. "The gates can hold another hour more… but if they continue to attack the way they have been… I'm not sure how much longer they will hold after that." f𝘳𝚎𝐞we𝐛𝑛𝐨𝘃e𝘭.co𝘮

"And if we get Tower One?" Ashleigh asked.

Clara sighed and looked away.

"Tower One is our most direct connection to the gate system. We can run them without it, but if we had it back, our gates would hold."

"Seems like a poor design," Ashleig ...

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