“You gonna burn it?” Sima asked without looking at him.
Dodi reached for the burn switch but stopped. He looked at Tango. “We can sell it,” he said. “We can use it. Or we can scuttle it.” battlefield 6 dodi exclusive
They didn’t know whether they’d saved the city or simply delayed the argument. They only knew they'd chosen a thing that wanted to decide for everyone and refused it. As the barge cut through the ink, the skyline behind them stitched its wounds with light and with bodies, and the city kept doing what cities do: learning new ways to forget. “You gonna burn it
“You always pick the worst time, huh?” Tango rasped. huh?” Tango rasped.