The silence is broken by the female Golem who now was a golem in truth.
"Probe, with all due respect, sir," Inquirer says, shaking her head
as the saphire in her head glowed and twinkled. "I'm surprised that you
of all people present hadn't thought of the obvious solution! The old Alliance
maxim......"
"Enough high explosives can solve ANY problem!" Probe nearly shouts.
"Yes, when I brought this Avatar on line, back in Malachi Dronocis' lab.....I'd
noticed she'd collected quiet a collection of Alliance and Enemy equipment
.....including ........"
The Golems quickly explain the crude, but hopefully effective, plan
to the rest of the adventurers in the room.
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Fifteen minutes later, a mage's Tower suddenly glowed for a milisecond
or three before collapsing into irradiated rubble.
Finesse wasn't needed for a tac nuke teleported within the bowels of
the great edifice.
It would have worked perfectly.....if the paranoid ghost hadn't teleported
his dead body to a secluded backup sight back at his homeland as soon as
he'd recovered enough from his "conversation" with Inquirer.
It should have worked. The ghost shouldn't have recovered so quickly,
but.....the undead Dr. Vincent had.
-
 A ghostly figure steps
out of the rubble. Eye's blazing crimson in rage, the spectre swore that
as soon as he was able.....he'd avenge the destruction of his beautiful
Tower! But meanwhile, back in the Throne room
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