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Stinger sat in a cave on the Terra. He smoked a cigarette and looked out thinking. The Resistance had come a long way from a disorganized force into a real war machine they were armed to the teeth. In total the whole group had killed maybe 5 A.I. Stinger couldn't be sure because the news never reported them and his memory sucked. He was rich enough to be in the Skylight but he wasn't he hid here to plan operations to take out the A.I. He threw his cigarette on the cavern's floor and wiped it out with the heel of his boot. He scratched at his stubble. Where was that girl when he needed her. He couldn't say for sure but he didn't think it mattered. Aslong as she was on her way here.

Stinger observed the cave. Besides the Mounted guns and armory stash and computers it could be a normal cave. Bats had lived in it until Stinger and few others cleared it out. He now sat in a spinning chair. His back ached and he had a bad cut on his arm. He was fighting a couple of human agents and got injured. But he never had a rough face like most resistance. His Mohawk made people think he was good natured. This was true for Resistance but if you were an Agent he could be cold. He was known by them for developing a trick for finding out who were A.I's.


He noticed they were socially awkard most of them time. They also didn't smile alot. They were straight faced. Even the spies of the A.I weren't amazing at pretending. But then again a few were. The Resistance nearly crumbled when it was weak when a spy of the A.I had breached Resistance forces. Stinger barely lived to see another day. He killed the thing but had a nasty bullet entry scar on his leg and a scar on the bridge of his nose. He wasn't the type to trust easy since then.