I Feel Slightly Less Wanted

When people try and kill you, you understand their anger at something you might or might not have done properly. When machines try and kill you, you feel like its insulting, they are machines, they should go do machine things and leave the killing to people. - Chronicles of Lorentino

I was beginning to suspect the machines had somehow tracked Anzi. Even through space and time it was impressive they were waiting at Hanlon's office for us. Even more so Hanlon didn't have some immediate death response to the intrusion. I believed and still do that he actually couldn't hurt the machines due them having no life elements to them. Anzi leapt into combat like someone who had been doing it for a long time, she closed the distances on the attackers and had already taken the arm off of one before I could do anything.

Of course my natural reaction was to fire the revolver the Fire God had given me all those years ago. I didn't know of course that the machines had developed shields to make ranged weapons effectively useless and dangerous. Though the machines could not account for god weaponry, the pistol in the land of punishment had not used normal ammunition, I found I basically reloaded it with my magic, so it was less a bullet and more a spell. So the pistol fired twice and the inferno bullets cut down the machines with ease. Anzi looked at me like I'd done something unheard of.

"Where did you get that?" Hanlon was also intrigued.

"Fire God gave it to me originally." He looked surprised.

"And you kept it this whole time?"

"Well yeah I needed a gun there, trust me." Hanlon shook his head.

"God its like you're a child with a stick of dynamite sometimes."

"Can you two idiots shut up." Anzi was getting impatient with our dialogue, "Something is coming." Something, never a good thing to hear, especially from someone who can normally determine the kind of enemy she was facing. I came to the door the revolver at the ready. I was not expecting the hallway to be blown open and a gigantic gunship to be staring back at me.

"HANLON YOUR DAYS ARE OVER."

"Wow so they aren't even after me Hanlon, this is your show."

"How kind of you Trezlan."