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As Kineada swung here weapon, Roderick rolled away from the attack, lifted his right arm in the air, pressed something and a rocket came out of a metal plate located on his wrist.
"Make one damn move and your brain with be smashed with this little rocket. Not so simple anymore when a warhead with potent power can blast you AND me to pieces, resulting in a failed mission. Now then, care to tell me how you've gotten your hands on classified information? Only the Interplanar Army knows about this!"
Roderick was getting closer and closer to a court martial. He was breaking protocal with the rocket, spilled out classified information that involved the army. Any more things said could get him in serious trouble. And he realized it too. But he had to hold his ground right now, he had to get out of this mess.
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