In his cleverly-concealed duck blind (a cardboard box in an alley), Roy McCoy stroked his rifle.
    "They said I should wait. Said it was too soon, too soon, the Revolution might still be on high alert. But it's seven in the morning, it's dawn! I've studied them, like any good hunter; I know that they're never active at this time. Except for maybe the android, but I'm not afraid of him! My hyperalloy decoys could certainly handle him. This is perfect, this is the one I've been building myself up for, I can't let this go. Here comes the truck now, I'm in the perfect position... they're opening up the doors... the money's coming out.... Now, my mallards! Now!"

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