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She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Sayeeda groggily came to her feet.
"Neil," she groaned, "Think... think I'm bleeding internally." A spatter of red droplets had appeared on the inside of her helmet despite the faceshield's static charge. That was a worrying sign, but not something she couldn't handle. They needed to get moving soonest if there was to be even a vague hope of salvaging this.
"There is vaspopressin in the pouch on my back, green phial, red markings," she directed. The pilot patted at the ruins of her webbing for a moment.
"No pouch back here Junebug," he said, "must have lost in the...whatever it was."
"Well dosen't that just fucking figure," she sighed. That didn't bode particularly well for her chances but it wasn't like she was playing it safe as it was.
"They are Love Bugs," she said shakily as she pointed Neil in more or less the right direction. They made a fine pair her drapped half over him as she staggered along at the best speed she could. There was a worrying stiffness in her legs as the clattered down the corridor. She noticed that he didn't have her submachine gun but she supposed if that was all she lost she would be doing well.
"They had an adult one, down there, boom," she said breathily. The markings in the hall directed her towards an emergency airlock. There was some skittering in some of the side passages but she ignored it as they hurried towards their goal.
"A whole bloody mess of incoming signals!" crackled over her comms in a thick Scottish accent. Sayeeda breathed a sigh of relief that degenerated into a racking cough.
"Lonny, bring the ship around to airlock," she paused to read the number, "Alpha Alpha one niner." They had reached the airlock antechamber now and Neil bolted the door behind them though there was no sign of pursuit. He set her down and looked around frantically for a few moments, clearing out lockers and dumping their content onto the floor.
"Lazy bastards have no suits," Neil complained in a rising voice.
"Probably sold them, no real need," Sayeeda said and clicked her commlink.
"Lonny you in position?" she asked.
"Aye Cap'm!"
"You have a sensor feed on the airlock exterior?"
"Of course but without a docking tube..."
"Shut up, I want you to prepare to vent the main hold, starting with lock starboard two and opening starboard one two seconds after. Understood?"
"Yes Capm," Loney replied. DId the fucking computer sound dubious. Neil looked at her speculatively.
"Your not suggesting..."
"Loney execute my instructions immediately following the opening of the station airlock. Close hatches and pump air as soon as we are aboard."
"Cap'm the odds..."
"Shut up. Confirm your readiness to execute."
"Ready Cap'm!" Junebug reached up and punched the airlock manual overide. There was a sudden woosh louder than a tornado and Sayeed, Neil and all the trash in the airlock room where ripped up and out of the airlock into the void. For a moment a bone chilling cold seeped over her and her faceshield began to fog with condensate. The Highlander drifted not fifty meters away and she saw the puff of air on the far side. A moment later the port hatch opened. The rush of air hurtled the two of them towards the ship, and right into the sucking tumult of air rushing through the highlander. With an inaudible clatter they were sucked into the air lock. Sayeeda hit one of the coffee crates at well over thirty kilometers an hour and the world crashed into blackness.
@POOHEAD189
"Neil," she groaned, "Think... think I'm bleeding internally." A spatter of red droplets had appeared on the inside of her helmet despite the faceshield's static charge. That was a worrying sign, but not something she couldn't handle. They needed to get moving soonest if there was to be even a vague hope of salvaging this.
"There is vaspopressin in the pouch on my back, green phial, red markings," she directed. The pilot patted at the ruins of her webbing for a moment.
"No pouch back here Junebug," he said, "must have lost in the...whatever it was."
"Well dosen't that just fucking figure," she sighed. That didn't bode particularly well for her chances but it wasn't like she was playing it safe as it was.
"They are Love Bugs," she said shakily as she pointed Neil in more or less the right direction. They made a fine pair her drapped half over him as she staggered along at the best speed she could. There was a worrying stiffness in her legs as the clattered down the corridor. She noticed that he didn't have her submachine gun but she supposed if that was all she lost she would be doing well.
"They had an adult one, down there, boom," she said breathily. The markings in the hall directed her towards an emergency airlock. There was some skittering in some of the side passages but she ignored it as they hurried towards their goal.
"A whole bloody mess of incoming signals!" crackled over her comms in a thick Scottish accent. Sayeeda breathed a sigh of relief that degenerated into a racking cough.
"Lonny, bring the ship around to airlock," she paused to read the number, "Alpha Alpha one niner." They had reached the airlock antechamber now and Neil bolted the door behind them though there was no sign of pursuit. He set her down and looked around frantically for a few moments, clearing out lockers and dumping their content onto the floor.
"Lazy bastards have no suits," Neil complained in a rising voice.
"Probably sold them, no real need," Sayeeda said and clicked her commlink.
"Lonny you in position?" she asked.
"Aye Cap'm!"
"You have a sensor feed on the airlock exterior?"
"Of course but without a docking tube..."
"Shut up, I want you to prepare to vent the main hold, starting with lock starboard two and opening starboard one two seconds after. Understood?"
"Yes Capm," Loney replied. DId the fucking computer sound dubious. Neil looked at her speculatively.
"Your not suggesting..."
"Loney execute my instructions immediately following the opening of the station airlock. Close hatches and pump air as soon as we are aboard."
"Cap'm the odds..."
"Shut up. Confirm your readiness to execute."
"Ready Cap'm!" Junebug reached up and punched the airlock manual overide. There was a sudden woosh louder than a tornado and Sayeed, Neil and all the trash in the airlock room where ripped up and out of the airlock into the void. For a moment a bone chilling cold seeped over her and her faceshield began to fog with condensate. The Highlander drifted not fifty meters away and she saw the puff of air on the far side. A moment later the port hatch opened. The rush of air hurtled the two of them towards the ship, and right into the sucking tumult of air rushing through the highlander. With an inaudible clatter they were sucked into the air lock. Sayeeda hit one of the coffee crates at well over thirty kilometers an hour and the world crashed into blackness.
@POOHEAD189
"Crrrrch... Rendev.... C Le..." The radio wave popped and hissed in Junebug's ear as she forced herself to her feet. Toggling a switch on her helmet bought up a diagnostic display, radio carrier wave strength pulsed red. The high ambient iron in the rock must be shielding the signal at least it wasn't damage to the equipment itself. Still she had enough of the message to understand that he wasn't going to try to climb down. That was smart because they didn't have any rope to repel and she was in no condition to climb back up. Unfortunately her submachine gun was still up there and even if Neil realized that the weapon wouldn't survive a seven story fall.
Woozily, she forced herself to her hands and knees and retrived her pistol. The sour orange stench was nearly overpowering from the corpse of the thing she had killed. It still shivered and twitched occasionaly but the damage had been too extensive for any hope of regeneration. Her pistol still radiated heat as she picked it up, ejected the empty magazine and clicked a fresh tube into place. She cocked the weapon, removed the magazine and replaced the missing round before reloading. Putting one up the spout gave you an extra round, it wasn't much but no one ever complained about having too many rounds.
Her whole body ached as she made her way down the ventilation access tunnel. No doubt she had traded a falls worth of broken bones for an equivalent number of brusises and contusions and from the pain in her lower back she would probably piss blood for a week. That was cheap a the price but she none the less pulled one of the analgesic tabs on the side of her armor and flooded her system with short term pain killers and stimulants. That too would cost later, which was fine with Junebug providing she got a later in which to suffer the inevitable crash.
The ventilation system wove its way through the rock like the twisting intestines of the station. Periodically she had to stop to deactivate large fans to step through them. She made certain to reactivate them once she was passed. No so much because she was worried about not being able to get air to the stations decimated population but because they would rather effectively chop to pieces anything that followed her.
After about ten minutes she began to see traces of alien activity, scrape marks in the dust leading down from more vaulted overhead shafts. This had to be the base line chamber on D level which meant she had to get up a level to meet up with Neil.
"Neil, come in," she said, trying the radio futilely. Reluctantly and with gun raised she followed the vent and the strange tracks deeper into the bowels of the asteroid. The rotting orange scent grew denser as she moved and she noticed that the tunnels here seemed newer, or at least better maintained and she started moving more stealthily, by now the drugs had well and truely kicked and and while she was aware of the pain, it was distanced by the pharmaceuticals flowing through her system, the cocktail contained a mild anti inflammatory too which was a good thing or she would be crashing out by now.
Rounding a corner she finally found what she was looking for, a large red access door that lead to a vertical stairway. Beyond the door however was a stranger sight. A dozen of the creatures, perhaps a little smaller than the one she had killed were gathered around a glass box the size of a shipping container. Beyond them was a glass wall which sectioned of an area of cave. Two men, looking quite unphased by the aliens, were behind the glass watching proccedings. The smaller creatures were tearing at that box, which must have been made of transparent aluminum now that she had a chance to take it in. They struck repeatedly at it with their talons doing little more than marring the surface. Inside the box was a much larger version of the aliens she had seen. The thing was the size of a large horse and had long serrated legs like a preying mantis. Its shell was a glistening black but it appeared that holes had been drilled into the thing at intervals and tubes and wires were fed directly into its carapace.
"What the actual fuck..." Sayeeda breathed as she ducked back around the corner.
"Booster play back the last 10 seconds of footage at a 50 percent mask. Pause footage." Inside the secured partition the men had video feeds to other locations in the facility. It was hard to tell from the grainy enhanced images but from the number of screens it was clear they weren't ignorant of what was going on. Lab equipment was tucked away in one corner, including the dissected corpse of one of the juvenile creatures. Sayeeda pressed her back against the wall for a moment and tried to parse the disperate information she had gathered. The picture it began to form in her mind was not pretty. Reaching down to her belt she drew a red banded grenade from the ruins of her webbing and rolled the dial to 20 seconds, the longest setting the weapon had. Then she took a deep breath primed the grenade, rolled the bomb across the floor at the creatures and darted up the stairs.
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Dr Erwin Chang looked up from his view of the xenomorphs in surprise as a metal cylinder rolled across the stone floor before claning to a stop against the containment cell. At first he thought this was some novel strategy by the larvae to free the captured adult but then his mind caught up with his eyes and he realised it was human tech. He looked to the fire door that was already swinging shut in supply and reached for the security vid controls to wind back a few seconds. Before he could touch them the strange cylinder shattered in a puff and a finely distributed haze seemed to fill the air. Some sort of petrolium or oil product. There was a flash of light and a sudden searing so intense that Chang's eyes were destroyed even before the overpressure of the blast shattered his aluminium shield and cut the remainder of his pulped body to bloody rags.
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Junebug had covered nearly a hundred meters before the blast went off. The ignighter charge setting of teh bunker busting fuel air explosive with force that was incredible no matter how many times you saw it. The blast was attenuated by the stone stairway but the hallways served as natural channels. It knocked her off her feet and electric lights flickered and died behind her. Dust fell in a cloud as the reverberations of the blast rocked through the station. She needed to find Neil. She tried to push herself to her feet but her battered body refused to respond for a moment. Fine, rest here for a minute and then find Neil.
@POOHEAD189
Woozily, she forced herself to her hands and knees and retrived her pistol. The sour orange stench was nearly overpowering from the corpse of the thing she had killed. It still shivered and twitched occasionaly but the damage had been too extensive for any hope of regeneration. Her pistol still radiated heat as she picked it up, ejected the empty magazine and clicked a fresh tube into place. She cocked the weapon, removed the magazine and replaced the missing round before reloading. Putting one up the spout gave you an extra round, it wasn't much but no one ever complained about having too many rounds.
Her whole body ached as she made her way down the ventilation access tunnel. No doubt she had traded a falls worth of broken bones for an equivalent number of brusises and contusions and from the pain in her lower back she would probably piss blood for a week. That was cheap a the price but she none the less pulled one of the analgesic tabs on the side of her armor and flooded her system with short term pain killers and stimulants. That too would cost later, which was fine with Junebug providing she got a later in which to suffer the inevitable crash.
The ventilation system wove its way through the rock like the twisting intestines of the station. Periodically she had to stop to deactivate large fans to step through them. She made certain to reactivate them once she was passed. No so much because she was worried about not being able to get air to the stations decimated population but because they would rather effectively chop to pieces anything that followed her.
After about ten minutes she began to see traces of alien activity, scrape marks in the dust leading down from more vaulted overhead shafts. This had to be the base line chamber on D level which meant she had to get up a level to meet up with Neil.
"Neil, come in," she said, trying the radio futilely. Reluctantly and with gun raised she followed the vent and the strange tracks deeper into the bowels of the asteroid. The rotting orange scent grew denser as she moved and she noticed that the tunnels here seemed newer, or at least better maintained and she started moving more stealthily, by now the drugs had well and truely kicked and and while she was aware of the pain, it was distanced by the pharmaceuticals flowing through her system, the cocktail contained a mild anti inflammatory too which was a good thing or she would be crashing out by now.
Rounding a corner she finally found what she was looking for, a large red access door that lead to a vertical stairway. Beyond the door however was a stranger sight. A dozen of the creatures, perhaps a little smaller than the one she had killed were gathered around a glass box the size of a shipping container. Beyond them was a glass wall which sectioned of an area of cave. Two men, looking quite unphased by the aliens, were behind the glass watching proccedings. The smaller creatures were tearing at that box, which must have been made of transparent aluminum now that she had a chance to take it in. They struck repeatedly at it with their talons doing little more than marring the surface. Inside the box was a much larger version of the aliens she had seen. The thing was the size of a large horse and had long serrated legs like a preying mantis. Its shell was a glistening black but it appeared that holes had been drilled into the thing at intervals and tubes and wires were fed directly into its carapace.
"What the actual fuck..." Sayeeda breathed as she ducked back around the corner.
"Booster play back the last 10 seconds of footage at a 50 percent mask. Pause footage." Inside the secured partition the men had video feeds to other locations in the facility. It was hard to tell from the grainy enhanced images but from the number of screens it was clear they weren't ignorant of what was going on. Lab equipment was tucked away in one corner, including the dissected corpse of one of the juvenile creatures. Sayeeda pressed her back against the wall for a moment and tried to parse the disperate information she had gathered. The picture it began to form in her mind was not pretty. Reaching down to her belt she drew a red banded grenade from the ruins of her webbing and rolled the dial to 20 seconds, the longest setting the weapon had. Then she took a deep breath primed the grenade, rolled the bomb across the floor at the creatures and darted up the stairs.
____________________________________________________________________
Dr Erwin Chang looked up from his view of the xenomorphs in surprise as a metal cylinder rolled across the stone floor before claning to a stop against the containment cell. At first he thought this was some novel strategy by the larvae to free the captured adult but then his mind caught up with his eyes and he realised it was human tech. He looked to the fire door that was already swinging shut in supply and reached for the security vid controls to wind back a few seconds. Before he could touch them the strange cylinder shattered in a puff and a finely distributed haze seemed to fill the air. Some sort of petrolium or oil product. There was a flash of light and a sudden searing so intense that Chang's eyes were destroyed even before the overpressure of the blast shattered his aluminium shield and cut the remainder of his pulped body to bloody rags.
___________________________________________________________________
Junebug had covered nearly a hundred meters before the blast went off. The ignighter charge setting of teh bunker busting fuel air explosive with force that was incredible no matter how many times you saw it. The blast was attenuated by the stone stairway but the hallways served as natural channels. It knocked her off her feet and electric lights flickered and died behind her. Dust fell in a cloud as the reverberations of the blast rocked through the station. She needed to find Neil. She tried to push herself to her feet but her battered body refused to respond for a moment. Fine, rest here for a minute and then find Neil.
@POOHEAD189
This man both has no and has a tremendous record of unusuality.
Can you clarify what you mean for me please?
@Naril Do you want to post before I advance things a little further?
Junebug wasn't familiar with the hand signal Neil used, but the 'you go first' meaning was clear from context. Nodding her head she slid the muzzle of her submachine gun between the door and the jam and thrust it open, toggling her tactical flashlight as she did so. The stink of blood and vicera was immediate and the stabbing beam of light played across a rib cage open from one end of the sternum to the other. Coils of smashed intestines lay where they had slithered, filling the room with the smell of human waste. The beam swept across the room and across what first looked like a mass of smashed piping. It was a creature. The alien was the size of a large dog but built much heavier. To Sayeeda's eye it looked like a cross between a lobster and some sort of giant spider. Long Chitinous legs scuttled with a disturbing grace and mandibles clacked.
When the door opened the thing had been scuttling towards one of the large air vents built into the side wall of what must once of been a maintenance room. As soon as the light touched it it leaped at her. The motion was confusing as the thing didn't pause, or turn itself to face her, merely leaped sideways with the force of a detonating mine. Sayeeda had the squeeze feeling as the thing sailed towards her, legs extended wide like a carnival toy grabber, that the thing wasn't systematical, it seemed misshapen and uneven in a way that made her stomach churn in a way that the familiar reek of spattered entrails did not. She took up the fraction of a pound of trigger pressure and her sub machinegunn stuttered twice. There was a sound like cracking ceramics but the thing didn't pause, silent testament to the force of the leap. The thing hit her in the chest with the force of a medicine ball being dropped from a two story window. The blow hurled Sayeeda from her feet and into the wall with a crunch, a few rounds ricocheted crazily around the room as her submachine gun stuttered off a few addtional rounds before falling silent.
The creature stank like spoiled orange juice and gasoline it it scrabbled at Junebug, claws raking at her exposed arms. Something clanged off her ceramic armor like a hammer blow and to her horror, Sayeeda saw that the thing had extend a two foot long oviopositor which it was trying unsuccessfully to ram through the ceramite plates of her armored vest.
"Goddess cures you!" she spat and tried to hurl the thing off her with all her might. The alien managed not only to hang on but to sink the tips of two of its chitinous appendages into the rock and yank Sayeeda towards the ventilation vent. They both crashed through the protective screen and the sickening drop of her stomach informed Sayeeda that she was falling. They plumeted into the darkness together, a second blow striking her breastplate as it tried again to impale her. With shocking suddenness Junebug jerked to a stop, the jolt tearing the chittering creature from her at last and nearly breaking ribs. The armor was designed to spread out blunt force trauma but a however many story fall was clearly at the edge of its tolerances. She dangled for a moment, gasping for breath before she realized that her webbing had caught on some pluming fixtures on the side of the shaft. There was a slow wist as she hung, her armor digging painfully into the bottom of her armpits.
The submachinegun was gone, probably in the room they had found the thing, but she manage to get a handlight from her belt and illuminate the shaft below. Her heart lurched she saw the thing scuttling vertically up the wall towards her, ovipositor extneded, long chitonous legs driving into the rock of the shaft.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she screamed and snatched her cutting bar from her belt. The weapon humed to life and with a single swipe she cut the dangling harness and showered herself with sparks as the whiring cutting blades glanced of the piping. The webbing parted and she plummeted towards the thing like a 70 kilo cannon ball. Junebug braced her feet together like a grav trooper and locked her body rigid, turning her falling body into a spear. Booth boots hit the thing square in what would have been a face in a creature not conjured out of nightmare. It might have been inhumanly strong, and inhumanely fast, but as her old academy instructors had been at pains to point out: Physics could be a real bitch.
Sayeeda's impact shattered the legs the thing had in the walls and her boots crushed the ovipositor to splintered chitin, knocking it from its precarious assent like rain dislodging the proverbial incy wincy spider. Mercenary and monster plummeted another two stories into the blackness before they hit bottom. It grew confused for an indeterminate time which might have ranged from moments to minutes. When she could focus again she was laying at the bottom of a ventilation shaft, with access passages leading off into the darkness. Her armor was intact but her equipment and webbing were scattered everywhere. The whole sceen was illuminated by pale green standby lights. It was painful to breath but by reflex she forced herself to sit up. The creature too was moving, feebly, trying to rise up in its remaining limbs. A jagged crack ran through its carapace and ichor, greenish gold in the tunnels light, gleamed in great goblets. Despite the damage, it looked like it was planning on moving again. Junebug tried to rise, intending to use the cutting bar to finish the job but a wave of nausea nearly made her black out again. Instead she pulled open her shoulder holster, miraculously undamaged, produced her side arm and emptied the entire magazine into the horrid creature. Not in the rapid jitter of panic fire, but in the unhurried tattoo of a professional working over an enemy installation. The barrel of the pistol glowed white from the heat of discharge when she dropped it to the ground, the creature little more than a smear on the far side of the shaft.
"Neil," she gasped, opening the com link to the pilot, "Make a note, we are officially putting in for hazard pay."
@POOHEAD189
When the door opened the thing had been scuttling towards one of the large air vents built into the side wall of what must once of been a maintenance room. As soon as the light touched it it leaped at her. The motion was confusing as the thing didn't pause, or turn itself to face her, merely leaped sideways with the force of a detonating mine. Sayeeda had the squeeze feeling as the thing sailed towards her, legs extended wide like a carnival toy grabber, that the thing wasn't systematical, it seemed misshapen and uneven in a way that made her stomach churn in a way that the familiar reek of spattered entrails did not. She took up the fraction of a pound of trigger pressure and her sub machinegunn stuttered twice. There was a sound like cracking ceramics but the thing didn't pause, silent testament to the force of the leap. The thing hit her in the chest with the force of a medicine ball being dropped from a two story window. The blow hurled Sayeeda from her feet and into the wall with a crunch, a few rounds ricocheted crazily around the room as her submachine gun stuttered off a few addtional rounds before falling silent.
The creature stank like spoiled orange juice and gasoline it it scrabbled at Junebug, claws raking at her exposed arms. Something clanged off her ceramic armor like a hammer blow and to her horror, Sayeeda saw that the thing had extend a two foot long oviopositor which it was trying unsuccessfully to ram through the ceramite plates of her armored vest.
"Goddess cures you!" she spat and tried to hurl the thing off her with all her might. The alien managed not only to hang on but to sink the tips of two of its chitinous appendages into the rock and yank Sayeeda towards the ventilation vent. They both crashed through the protective screen and the sickening drop of her stomach informed Sayeeda that she was falling. They plumeted into the darkness together, a second blow striking her breastplate as it tried again to impale her. With shocking suddenness Junebug jerked to a stop, the jolt tearing the chittering creature from her at last and nearly breaking ribs. The armor was designed to spread out blunt force trauma but a however many story fall was clearly at the edge of its tolerances. She dangled for a moment, gasping for breath before she realized that her webbing had caught on some pluming fixtures on the side of the shaft. There was a slow wist as she hung, her armor digging painfully into the bottom of her armpits.
The submachinegun was gone, probably in the room they had found the thing, but she manage to get a handlight from her belt and illuminate the shaft below. Her heart lurched she saw the thing scuttling vertically up the wall towards her, ovipositor extneded, long chitonous legs driving into the rock of the shaft.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she screamed and snatched her cutting bar from her belt. The weapon humed to life and with a single swipe she cut the dangling harness and showered herself with sparks as the whiring cutting blades glanced of the piping. The webbing parted and she plummeted towards the thing like a 70 kilo cannon ball. Junebug braced her feet together like a grav trooper and locked her body rigid, turning her falling body into a spear. Booth boots hit the thing square in what would have been a face in a creature not conjured out of nightmare. It might have been inhumanly strong, and inhumanely fast, but as her old academy instructors had been at pains to point out: Physics could be a real bitch.
Sayeeda's impact shattered the legs the thing had in the walls and her boots crushed the ovipositor to splintered chitin, knocking it from its precarious assent like rain dislodging the proverbial incy wincy spider. Mercenary and monster plummeted another two stories into the blackness before they hit bottom. It grew confused for an indeterminate time which might have ranged from moments to minutes. When she could focus again she was laying at the bottom of a ventilation shaft, with access passages leading off into the darkness. Her armor was intact but her equipment and webbing were scattered everywhere. The whole sceen was illuminated by pale green standby lights. It was painful to breath but by reflex she forced herself to sit up. The creature too was moving, feebly, trying to rise up in its remaining limbs. A jagged crack ran through its carapace and ichor, greenish gold in the tunnels light, gleamed in great goblets. Despite the damage, it looked like it was planning on moving again. Junebug tried to rise, intending to use the cutting bar to finish the job but a wave of nausea nearly made her black out again. Instead she pulled open her shoulder holster, miraculously undamaged, produced her side arm and emptied the entire magazine into the horrid creature. Not in the rapid jitter of panic fire, but in the unhurried tattoo of a professional working over an enemy installation. The barrel of the pistol glowed white from the heat of discharge when she dropped it to the ground, the creature little more than a smear on the far side of the shaft.
"Neil," she gasped, opening the com link to the pilot, "Make a note, we are officially putting in for hazard pay."
@POOHEAD189
I would contend that serial killers aren't remembered for their numbers. Mass killers are a bit of a different beast.
And so it goes.
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