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Beathe in, breathe out.
Wyatt breathed in. Then he breathed out. Just like Sywero had taught him. Stay calm, stay cool. Good ol' Sywero. Probably dead now. It would be nice if he wasn't. And plus he had made a mean Doea Cocktail - ah, ah. Focus.
Wyatt breathed in, breathed out. He flexed his fingers across the trigger of his rifle, feeling the familiar warmth of Org-Ancil metal. Partially organic, mostly not, but twice as efficient as a regular rifle. If a bit bitey.
Now, he couldn't just shoot the guy. Well, he could, but that AGI droid would shoot him straight back. And plus, he needed that chip in his head, so couldn't aim there. But the AGI droid was the main concern. That thing he could snipe someone straight between the eyes from two miles away, as long as it could trace the first shot at it. Oh, he wanted one of his own. So Monarchist funding gave him an Org-Ancil rifle, but not an AGI droid? Wyatt would love it, name it something fun, like Jelly, keep it shiny. Well, the rifle was good enough.
Now, this man was a big man, a head honcho, a ladder climber by the name of Deklo Vayri. He was in charge of a Coalition project by the name of Morning Star, something with the new Sol satellite over Mars. God, all the Coalition guys with their ominous titles and condescending everything. Well, it's good that the guy would be dead soon. Or not.
Wyatt breathed in, breathed out. Oh, man, he actually was a bit nervous. But why? Man, remember Mars Station I23, with the wall zombies? Or Coalition SFS Cannon? What had he had then? A pistol and his good buddy Garotte, who had taken a shot to the heart and had to get an artificial one transplanted. Since it was an emergency, they had been a bit short on anesthesia. Oh, that had been funny. For Wyatt.
Oh, but focus! Deklo was on his phone, and that meant the satellite was about to do.... whatever it would do. Jeez, he was on a mission that might be harmless, could be a nuke. A real shot in the dark. Huh, shot in the dark. He flexed his fingers again, centering it on Deklo's chest. On his heart. You know, this was just like...
And then he noticed the AGI droid scanning the perimeter. About to spot him. Then Wyatt had a simple, but good enough idea.
He pulled the trigger.
The AGI droid exploded, and rather violently. The shards went everywhere, including into Deklo. He was launched off his feet, then slammed into the nearest wall.
An alarm went off somewhere.
This'll be fun, Wyatt thought.
Wyatt breathed in. Then he breathed out. Just like Sywero had taught him. Stay calm, stay cool. Good ol' Sywero. Probably dead now. It would be nice if he wasn't. And plus he had made a mean Doea Cocktail - ah, ah. Focus.
Wyatt breathed in, breathed out. He flexed his fingers across the trigger of his rifle, feeling the familiar warmth of Org-Ancil metal. Partially organic, mostly not, but twice as efficient as a regular rifle. If a bit bitey.
Now, he couldn't just shoot the guy. Well, he could, but that AGI droid would shoot him straight back. And plus, he needed that chip in his head, so couldn't aim there. But the AGI droid was the main concern. That thing he could snipe someone straight between the eyes from two miles away, as long as it could trace the first shot at it. Oh, he wanted one of his own. So Monarchist funding gave him an Org-Ancil rifle, but not an AGI droid? Wyatt would love it, name it something fun, like Jelly, keep it shiny. Well, the rifle was good enough.
Now, this man was a big man, a head honcho, a ladder climber by the name of Deklo Vayri. He was in charge of a Coalition project by the name of Morning Star, something with the new Sol satellite over Mars. God, all the Coalition guys with their ominous titles and condescending everything. Well, it's good that the guy would be dead soon. Or not.
Wyatt breathed in, breathed out. Oh, man, he actually was a bit nervous. But why? Man, remember Mars Station I23, with the wall zombies? Or Coalition SFS Cannon? What had he had then? A pistol and his good buddy Garotte, who had taken a shot to the heart and had to get an artificial one transplanted. Since it was an emergency, they had been a bit short on anesthesia. Oh, that had been funny. For Wyatt.
Oh, but focus! Deklo was on his phone, and that meant the satellite was about to do.... whatever it would do. Jeez, he was on a mission that might be harmless, could be a nuke. A real shot in the dark. Huh, shot in the dark. He flexed his fingers again, centering it on Deklo's chest. On his heart. You know, this was just like...
And then he noticed the AGI droid scanning the perimeter. About to spot him. Then Wyatt had a simple, but good enough idea.
He pulled the trigger.
The AGI droid exploded, and rather violently. The shards went everywhere, including into Deklo. He was launched off his feet, then slammed into the nearest wall.
An alarm went off somewhere.
This'll be fun, Wyatt thought.