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Targets left, sir. Fifteen degrees on the z, minus forty on the y.
''Thank you Rufus.''
BA-BLAM BLAM
They seem to be wishing to engage in fisticuffs, sir.
''Good good.''
Richard spun, a definitive roundhouse kick flattening three men in a mighty sweep. He regarded them all, eyes glowing blue beneath the venerable golden helm, red star proudly shining on his forehead. He picked up a pistol from one of the corpses, the Augmented Reality Overlay identifying it immediately as a simple blaster pistol. Enough for his needs.
He broke it apart, taking the power pack, hastily rewiring, ensuring it would overload. Explode.
He put it by the munitions crate at the foot of the pyramid of munitions crates that festooned the factory floor. Should never have let him in somewhere with explosives.
With a shove, the main doors opened, and he strode out. Cool and casual.
As the building behind exploded, scum roasting inside. He kept walking.
Cool guys don't look at explosions.
''Thank you Rufus.''
BA-BLAM BLAM
They seem to be wishing to engage in fisticuffs, sir.
''Good good.''
Richard spun, a definitive roundhouse kick flattening three men in a mighty sweep. He regarded them all, eyes glowing blue beneath the venerable golden helm, red star proudly shining on his forehead. He picked up a pistol from one of the corpses, the Augmented Reality Overlay identifying it immediately as a simple blaster pistol. Enough for his needs.
He broke it apart, taking the power pack, hastily rewiring, ensuring it would overload. Explode.
He put it by the munitions crate at the foot of the pyramid of munitions crates that festooned the factory floor. Should never have let him in somewhere with explosives.
With a shove, the main doors opened, and he strode out. Cool and casual.
As the building behind exploded, scum roasting inside. He kept walking.
Cool guys don't look at explosions.