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Wrecker loved three things. Explosives, his family, and Hardcase. Right now, he loved that his family was gone - leaving him and
Hardcase to blow things up to their heart's content. At least - that’s what they assumed. Hardcase had long since become an honorary
‘Bad Batcher’ much in the way of Echo. Wrecker didn’t mind one bit. Metal hips were much less fragile than flesh and bone anyway.
Having Hardcase impaled on his sci fi ding dong was probably his fourth favorite thing. His cyare’s moans were almost better to listen
to than explosions. He didn’t care what the others said - he wasn’t dumb enough to pass on the (?) that was Hardcase.