Kendell screwed us all. We only needed an hour or two to round up the Cores, but that bastard wouldn't wait. I'd barely made it to my first console when I heard the shots. Defensive Mode. And without the Cores, he can't control it. Now I'm pinned down behind some godforsaken concession stand. I don't know what happened to the others. Unlike Colter's gangs, these robots don't sleep. There's no way out. It's just a matter of time before they find me.