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- The stinger.
- With one shaking hand, Charn reached down and drew his sidearm. The C-7 wavered
- uncontrollably as he pointed it downward. He squeezed the trigger. Again and again he squeezed, ignoring the high-pitched shrieks and inhuman screams that followed. The sounds rattled his skull and threatened to drive him insane, but Charn kept on squeezing
- until all he heard was a series of hollow clicks.
- Opening his eyes, he looked beneath him. The spike pistol had pinned the zergling to the
- frozen ground in a dozen places. Its crumpled body was struggling vainly to pull free, but it
- was broken and shattered.
- The Exit, pgs 12 & 13
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