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- The Elite drew a plasma pistol. Polaski drew her own sidearm.
- She was faster—or luckier. Her pistol cleared its holster; she snapped it up and fired. The pistol boomed as a shot took the Elite right in the center of its elongated helmet.
- The Elite's own shot went wide and seared into the deck behind Polaski.
- Polaski emptied her clip into the alien's face. A pair of rounds rocked the alien back. Its shields faded, and the remaining rounds tore through armor and bone.
- It fell on its back, twitched twice, and died.
- Johnson and Locklear unleashed a hellish crossfire into the corridor and made short work of the remaining elites as Polaski hugged the deckplates
- pg. 61
- Kelly opened fire with both pistols. The Elite closest dropped as three slugs pounded through its shields, and a round caught it in the center of its elongated forehead. Purple blood blossomed across the wall.
- The remaining Elites returned fire, and Kelly bounded forward, plasma flaring at the edge of her shield. She ducked into the side passage.
- The instant Kelly was out of the line of fire, Fred shouldered his rifle and squeezed the trigger. A three-round burst caught the next Elite, and its shield sparkled and failed. It twisted away, clutching at the single round that had penetrated its chest.
- Vinh fired two single shots, but the Elite's shield held. In unison, Vinh and Fred fired another set of three-round bursts. THe Elite dropped so the steel floor in a twisted heap.
- pg. 136-137
- Fred, Grace, and Anton turned and fired three-round bursts straight up as a team of Elites tried to descend on their position. The Elites fell, spattering purple blood across the tiled floor.
- pg. 201
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