He got to his feet with some effort, drawing a pistol from his belt-holster. “Stun-rounds!” The LEDs on his weapon turned blue, indicating that it had switched to non-lethal ammunition.
He fired.
Calissa thrust a hand out toward him, and the air before her seemed to ripple just before a charged slug slowed to a stop in mid-flight. The bullet looped around in a tight arcing turn, then sped off across the front lawn.
It hit one of the cops square in the chest and caused the man to spasm before he fell to the ground in pain. Damn it! If Ben didn"t put a stop to this soon, there would be a lot more than smuggled weapons weighing on his conscience.
Damn it!His drone finished recharging.
It took aim once again.
Calissa jumped, flipping through the air and then uncurling to land just a few
