Blood flowed sluggishly from the wound in his side but Operator_325 did not move to tend to it. Any sudden moves would alert the target to his location and any further encounters with the target had a predicted 87% chance of severe to lethal injury on his part.
They hadn't paid him enough to do this.
In hindsight Operator_325 knew he should have demanded more for dealing with a Class 3 inter-dimensional being but he thought himself lucky to be sought for employment at all since his last job tanked, leaving him fused to his Sky Suit and the Class 3 fused with a wall. His ma always said he'd make one hell of a flyboy but she probably didn't mean it like this... at least he hoped so.
A series of sharp clicking hisses and an overwhelming waft of brimstone pulled him back from his musings just in time to slowly crawl backwards into a shady corner just as the target came in sight. Standing at around 8 feet tall, now hunched over in the narrow storage room, it was one of the larger targets he'd had over his career and one hell of a way to ease himself back into business.
Flicking the sound reduction filter into place, taking a deep (and potentially final) breath he raised his quell phaser and fired, praying to every deity he'd heard of that it would meet its mark.
They hadn't paid him enough to do this.
In hindsight Operator_325 knew he should have demanded more for dealing with a Class 3 inter-dimensional being but he thought himself lucky to be sought for employment at all since his last job tanked, leaving him fused to his Sky Suit and the Class 3 fused with a wall. His ma always said he'd make one hell of a flyboy but she probably didn't mean it like this... at least he hoped so.
A series of sharp clicking hisses and an overwhelming waft of brimstone pulled him back from his musings just in time to slowly crawl backwards into a shady corner just as the target came in sight. Standing at around 8 feet tall, now hunched over in the narrow storage room, it was one of the larger targets he'd had over his career and one hell of a way to ease himself back into business.
Flicking the sound reduction filter into place, taking a deep (and potentially final) breath he raised his quell phaser and fired, praying to every deity he'd heard of that it would meet its mark.
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