Monday, March 24, 2014

Pulling the oscillation gun from his shoulder holster, Hollister wheeled about, took aim, and fired.  I blinked in stunned surprise and fell to the ground, moonlight pulsing rapidly in and out of phase around me. Patterns burned themselves onto my retinas. Retching violently,  I could just make out the strobing image of Hollister legging it across the lawn. It would be hours before I was right again.

But why had he spared me?

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