CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
“Stop this fight! Stop it! Stop it now!”
Abe clenched his fists angrily. No one could hear him over the roaring din of battle. No one would take the time to notice him amidst a storm of laserfire.
One of these lasers skimmed the edge of his head and put a fresh new burn scar along his blue scalp, a sharp reminder to duck and dodge while trying to avoid death.
“Everybody stop shooting and listen to me!” he roared, waving his arms frantically as he ducked and dodged about.
No one stopped.
Abe swore under his breath and shook his head. I bet I look like an idiot…
He stumbled back in surprise, as he heard a loud screaming of air that was an object falling; a glance upward revealed a huge jetcopter, black smoke trailing from blasted openings, and a pair of Sligs just tumbling out through the open door.
Both Sligs landed face-first on the ground, bumped and rolled a short distance. The jetcopter was not so fortunate; the huge vehicle rolled once, its spin carrying it slightly out of the fight before it plowed into the ground.
There was a bright flash of hot light, and red flame that enveloped a good area, and blazing bits of rubble flew in all directions from the jetcopter’s end, startling the fighters out of their battle to stare at the flames, and causing a bit of dark humor as both sides were ambushed from behind.
Abe didn’t notice. He was too busy fiddling with the body of one of the Sligs, stripping open his soldier-model mask and searching for the one piece of Slig equipment that he could really admire: the microphone upgrade.
As the Slig beneath him groaned and blinked open his eyes, Abe found the microphone and delicately yanked it out of the Slig’s mask. “Better let me hang onto this for a minute,” he said.
The Slig weakly raised a hand. “Hey, that’s—”
“Mine,” Abe said, and stood up again, holding the microphone. He switched the volume to the highest settings, then screamed into it, “Hey!!! Everyone listen to me!”
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