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That was the problem with well-paying jobs - clients never paid more than they had to. This one had paid very well.
As the situation continued to deteriorate, Sar popped one of the Bryn's kneecaps with another blaster bolt, then proceeded to manoeuvre himself as far away from the drones as possible. Only too late did he realised that the damn spirit had been suborned. So much for that guide.
The decision was quick. Almost routine. His blaster shifted marginally, his finger squeezed off a bolt at the onrushing ghost - and a sudden telepathic warning skewered his aim, the bolt either missing entirely or merely grazing the ghost-turned-drone.
"Chit."
Dropping to his knees, Sar's rifle fell from limp fingers, his eyes rolling back as a series of military-grade implants detected and responded to what could only be external influence, pumping his body full of stimulants in the process. Semi-functional against a telepath, less so whatever this was. When a measured approach failed, the unfeeling machinery kicked into overdrive, causing uncontrollable spasms in the mercenary.
In time, however, they too fell still. Inert, their purpose altered.
As the situation continued to deteriorate, Sar popped one of the Bryn's kneecaps with another blaster bolt, then proceeded to manoeuvre himself as far away from the drones as possible. Only too late did he realised that the damn spirit had been suborned. So much for that guide.
The decision was quick. Almost routine. His blaster shifted marginally, his finger squeezed off a bolt at the onrushing ghost - and a sudden telepathic warning skewered his aim, the bolt either missing entirely or merely grazing the ghost-turned-drone.
"Chit."
Dropping to his knees, Sar's rifle fell from limp fingers, his eyes rolling back as a series of military-grade implants detected and responded to what could only be external influence, pumping his body full of stimulants in the process. Semi-functional against a telepath, less so whatever this was. When a measured approach failed, the unfeeling machinery kicked into overdrive, causing uncontrollable spasms in the mercenary.
In time, however, they too fell still. Inert, their purpose altered.