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- Motion trackers should've caught him before he got close, Jonah thought, running through the past twenty seconds, grasping for logic in this surprise attack-in his friend's death. He squeezed the trigger on the plasma pistol, building a charge as he and the alien circled one another. He and Roland liked to goof-liked to have fun-but they were careful. Damn careful. And way too skilled to have their partnership ended in such an ignoble fashion-taken unaware by a lone Elite.
- 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.-Cht.7 pgs.185-186
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