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- He brought his pistol to center mass on the red blot and sidestepped toward a downed Unggoy to his left. The small, dead creature's Plasma Pistol would come in handy if Jonah hoped to penetrate the cloaked Elite's shield.
- Jonah had two additional disruptors, but he would need them at the next target site. Regardless of being a man down-friend or not-there was still a mission to accomplish. As Jonah retrieved the alien weapon, he was sure his foe would attack. He felt rage well up inside-like a weight pressing down
- against his chest-as he gripped the Plasma Pistol and began to rise, pointing both of his weapons at the bloodstained blur across the yard.
- Hazarding a glance at Roland's mangled body, Jonah's mind raced. “Goddamn it," he shouted. "How'd you do it, you sonuvabitch? How'd you get the drop?" Jonah released the plasma pistol's trigger, sending a large green burst of energy careening toward the ghostly blood smear. The Elite tried to leap out of the way, but the plasma
- blast tracked its target, catching the alien in its side just below the rib cage. The beast let out an angered cry as its active-camouflage and its shielding sparkled with tiny flecks of electricity and faded, revealing an Elite warrior like none Jonah had ever seen.-Chpt.7 pgs.184-186
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