Hunter reached his right hand forward—
“Slowly!” the lead commando snapped, and the other two shuffled uneasily, each holding their rifles at the ready.
Hunter shrugged. “That’s fine.” And then he reached inside the box.
At the same moment, the room filled with a melodious chime, a light note that rose in volume and pitch.
“Warlock!” one of the commandos shouted, and all three dove for cover—two out the door while the largest sprang for the foot of the room’s small bunk.
Suddenly Hunter’s synthetic limb shot forward, dipping into the narrow space under the safe to retrieve a compact laser pistol. He didn’t even rise from his crouch before spinning and leveling the weapon at the commando at the foot of the bunk, who dropped before he even realized what was happening.
In the air around
