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only been
two men that had came down into the base. He must have been talking over a
radio of some sort. There were others, then, and one of them must have been on
the ship.
There was a brief period of silence
during which he must have been getting an answer. Suddenly, he began laughing.
“Right. That’d be good. We could see the look on his face.”
More silence. Then, “yeah, power it
down. We’ll be here longer than I thought. From what I was told this dead guy
could be miles from here. Just wanted to try here first in case we got lucky.
Like we ever do. Message me if the others find anything.”
I heard the man begin to move back
toward me. His footsteps were getting louder with each step. I tensed and then
relaxed the muscles in my right hand around the weapon in preparation for when
he got close enough.
“New guy!” the man yelled down the hall.
“Fuck, what was his name,” he said, much quieter to himself. “Fuck it, why do I
care? New guy! Come here.”
He must have stopped. I could no longer
hear his footsteps and I knew I had to act. He would get suspicious if he
didn’t get an answer, and he would expect one of his underlings to come running
if he called.
“Gun, Cass,” I said, no louder than a
breath.
“But?”
“Gun.”
As soon as I felt the compartment on my
hip snap open I spun around the wall. I had the blade behind my back and
brought it over my shoulder in a forward arc. I released it from my hand and
sent it flying ahead of me, spinning through the air toward the man. I brought
my armored arm up from my hip in the same moment, sliding the gun smoothly in
my hand to aim it at the man’s head. I was ready to shoot if he reacted fast
enough to yell out or fire at me.
The blade impaled the man squarely
through his chest. It was sharp enough and had carried enough force that it
went cleanly through his back with a splutter of blood. He looked surprised, as
if he had been so sure he wasn’t going to die today, and fell to his knees with
the same look on his face.
I must have missed his heart, because he
was still alive and moving and remained upright with his knees on the floor.
His hands were shaking when he brought the handgun up from his belt and pointed
it at me. I could see that he barely had the strength to lift up the weapon,
but I stood very still. He had no chance of penetrating my armor with such a
small weapon even if he did land the shot, but the sound of the gun was all
that was needed to doom me.
My face tensed up into a wince when I
saw his trembling fingers clutch the handle of the gun. His cheeks puffed out
before blood poured out of his mouth. His lungs were filling with blood and he
knew he was dying. His hands kept shaking.
He slumped forward against the blade and
the gun leaped out of his shaking hands. It spilled forward, and the moment
that it fell seemed to last for an eternity. I knew it was rare for a gun to
fire after hitting the ground. I had seen it happen dozens of times before
without a bullet being discharged. My eyes were still transfixed on it as it
sailed to the floor. The man had just said that he never got lucky.
The gun landed hard on the top-most part
of the handle and a bullet sprang out and up into the ceiling.
I knew I didn’t have time to wait. I
began to run, as fast as I could with the limp in my leg, back to the stairs. I
raced up them and held the gun ready, with the blast of the man’s gun still
bouncing around as an echo in my ears.
“How far is the ship from the top?” I
yelled as I raced up the stairs.
“Thirty meters. Go straight out and to
the left when you see it.”
Cass tinted the visor automatically when
I got outside. I never stopped to check to see if the others were in range to
fire at me. I couldn’t spare the time. I was mostly armored and had to risk it.
I bolted for the ship and it felt like I didn’t breathe until I had my feet on
the metal of the ship’s rear doorway.
I tossed my gun high into the air
two men that had came down into the base. He must have been talking over a
radio of some sort. There were others, then, and one of them must have been on
the ship.
There was a brief period of silence
during which he must have been getting an answer. Suddenly, he began laughing.
“Right. That’d be good. We could see the look on his face.”
More silence. Then, “yeah, power it
down. We’ll be here longer than I thought. From what I was told this dead guy
could be miles from here. Just wanted to try here first in case we got lucky.
Like we ever do. Message me if the others find anything.”
I heard the man begin to move back
toward me. His footsteps were getting louder with each step. I tensed and then
relaxed the muscles in my right hand around the weapon in preparation for when
he got close enough.
“New guy!” the man yelled down the hall.
“Fuck, what was his name,” he said, much quieter to himself. “Fuck it, why do I
care? New guy! Come here.”
He must have stopped. I could no longer
hear his footsteps and I knew I had to act. He would get suspicious if he
didn’t get an answer, and he would expect one of his underlings to come running
if he called.
“Gun, Cass,” I said, no louder than a
breath.
“But?”
“Gun.”
As soon as I felt the compartment on my
hip snap open I spun around the wall. I had the blade behind my back and
brought it over my shoulder in a forward arc. I released it from my hand and
sent it flying ahead of me, spinning through the air toward the man. I brought
my armored arm up from my hip in the same moment, sliding the gun smoothly in
my hand to aim it at the man’s head. I was ready to shoot if he reacted fast
enough to yell out or fire at me.
The blade impaled the man squarely
through his chest. It was sharp enough and had carried enough force that it
went cleanly through his back with a splutter of blood. He looked surprised, as
if he had been so sure he wasn’t going to die today, and fell to his knees with
the same look on his face.
I must have missed his heart, because he
was still alive and moving and remained upright with his knees on the floor.
His hands were shaking when he brought the handgun up from his belt and pointed
it at me. I could see that he barely had the strength to lift up the weapon,
but I stood very still. He had no chance of penetrating my armor with such a
small weapon even if he did land the shot, but the sound of the gun was all
that was needed to doom me.
My face tensed up into a wince when I
saw his trembling fingers clutch the handle of the gun. His cheeks puffed out
before blood poured out of his mouth. His lungs were filling with blood and he
knew he was dying. His hands kept shaking.
He slumped forward against the blade and
the gun leaped out of his shaking hands. It spilled forward, and the moment
that it fell seemed to last for an eternity. I knew it was rare for a gun to
fire after hitting the ground. I had seen it happen dozens of times before
without a bullet being discharged. My eyes were still transfixed on it as it
sailed to the floor. The man had just said that he never got lucky.
The gun landed hard on the top-most part
of the handle and a bullet sprang out and up into the ceiling.
I knew I didn’t have time to wait. I
began to run, as fast as I could with the limp in my leg, back to the stairs. I
raced up them and held the gun ready, with the blast of the man’s gun still
bouncing around as an echo in my ears.
“How far is the ship from the top?” I
yelled as I raced up the stairs.
“Thirty meters. Go straight out and to
the left when you see it.”
Cass tinted the visor automatically when
I got outside. I never stopped to check to see if the others were in range to
fire at me. I couldn’t spare the time. I was mostly armored and had to risk it.
I bolted for the ship and it felt like I didn’t breathe until I had my feet on
the metal of the ship’s rear doorway.
I tossed my gun high into the air
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