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- Fred darted ahead and in three quick steps closed with the remaining Jackal. He sidestepped around the plane of the energy shield and grabbed the creature's wrist. The Jackal squawked in fear and surprise. He yanked the Jackal's gun arm, hard, and then twisted.
- The Jackal struggled as its own weapon was forced into the mottled, rough skin of its neck.
- Fred squeezed, and he could feel the alien's bones shatter. The plasma pistol discharged in a bright, emerald flash. The Jackal flopped over on its back, minus its head.
- Fred picked up the fallen weapons as Kelly emerged from the trees. He tossed her one of the plasma pistols, and she plucked it out of the air.
- "Thanks. I'd still prefer my rifle to this alien piece of junk," she groused.
- Fred nodded, and clipped the other captured weapon to his harness. "Beats the hell out of throwing rocks," he replied. "Affirmative, Chief," she said with a nod. "But just barely."-Chpt.2 pg.27
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