Nineteen Years Before the Virus
The third time Decker shot a Stratos enforcer was the hardest.
The first time, he’d been looking down a rifle scope, aiming at a black helmet in a window. He exhaled, pressed the trigger, and the helmet quivered and dropped out of sight. Tob had patted his shoulder once, a firm gesture of approval, and that was it.
The second time, it was right after an enforcer threw him into a wall and came pouncing after him way faster than a human was supposed to move. Later they told him that he’d put six or seven bullets into the enforcer at close range, but he wouldn’t be alive today if one hadn’t punched through a weak portion of the enforcer’s neck armor. [Read more…]