Chapter 8
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Fight or flight?
Fight
Shooting first may have worked for some other guy, but the odds are a little longer here. Before your gun has cleared leather, the world erupts into a nova of red, and your ears are filled with the roar of laser fire. Your last thought is an old proverb, something about the better part of valor...
Unfortunately, you weren't able to complete your job.
Care to try that last bit again?
