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How To Kill the Ogre Mech

     Hey, everyone. If you are trying to play through the terrific shooter game called Mass Effect Infiltrator, one of the places on which you will get stuck is at the end of Chapter 7. There is a thing called an Ogre Mech and to say that he is resilient would be a gross understatement. He is practically indestructible. After failing to kill him countless times I accidentally stumbled on a way to dispose of the bounder.
     When the Ogre Mech appears, there is also a squad of Geth Warriors in the area. I always just jumped in and fought all of them. Then, since the Geth were easier to kill, I tried to kill all of them first, then turned to fight the Mech.
     What I didn't realize was that the Geth and the Mech were fighting each other, as well as me! Heck, let them kill each other and make the world a better place to live. Here's how to do it. When the Ogre Mech first appears, run straight at him, then past him to the door with the red markings. Then just stand there and watch the fight. They won't even shoot at you.
    It takes a while, but the Geth Warriors will kill the Ogre Mech. Then run to the shelter of the wall, close to the Mech's body. Jump in and out of cover, using your cloaking device or the biotic powers on the left side of your screen. Kill all the Geth Warriors and continue on a sweet run, like I did tonight.
    I still think they should have put in an easier level, but it is a great game.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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