Chapter Twenty-EightInstead of hitting Nalo's head, the slug blew into his hip. Screeching, he twisted in mid-air and came down short of Mariko, slamming onto the overturned cart.
As he wailed and clutched at the wound, she reversed the rifle in her grip and swung the butt against his skull. He twitched a few times before he stopped moving.
But she could see that he was still breathing.
She had made a choice that she thought she could live with. Though Nalo might still die from his injuries, at least she wouldn't have to carry the memory of killing him at point blank range while he stared her in the face.
Unfortunately, incapacitating him didn't solve all her problems. The pandemonium in the plaza continued; from all directions, she heard gunfire and screams of panic and pain.
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