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Tanner was doubly uncertain what to do as he dashed inside. Why hadn't they just darted him like the rest? It couldn't have been very hard.

He had to think. He shoved the door the closed, and then yanked the 200 year old metal trash can in front of it, bracing the tin between the door and the wall. He made his way to the sinks and braced himself against the porcelin wash basin, panting heavily, from both nervousnesss and exhaustion.

The Knight glanced around searching for something. Back entrance? Nope. Did he have a gun? Nope. He doubted he could fight robots with anything he found in here.

Robots with darts. How was he going to protect himself from that? His gaze fell on the mirror in front of him, and he got a crazy idea.