“Professor Egan,” Anso filled in.
“Yeah. He ran across the platform just as the last few sapiens were climbing onboard. He tossed me the weapon and dropped the bag at my feet. He said, ‘you might need these,’ then ran up the ramp seconds before Imamiah.”
“I didn’t even see him. Damn, this is a good break.” Twisting his lips sideways, Anso thought for a moment. “Yeah—hell yeah we can use this. We’ll shoot one round right now, that is if anyone here knows how to use this weapon.”
One of the men said, “I do sir. These are a type of miniature rocket. Otherwise the recoil would be too much to handle.”
“Okay—I’ll take your blaster. Can you take out that small tree that’s about four hundred metres to the southwest?”
The fighter peeked up over the top of the stone slab. “It’s easily within th
