Chapter 16 - Flight - Part 1
The thing about luck is sometime, usually soon, it has to run out. Boros fumbled with a fresh magazine, not entirely sure how to get it in the housing that seemed to him now to be a size too small. He let off a low string of curses, surprised he could actually hear what he was saying over the confusion of the Militia. It was then he realized that they were no longer surprised, no longer dazed. They had caught the Militia by surprise twice now. This time, however, it wasn’t enough. Behind him, Clarissa let out a scream and squeezed the trigger of her rifle, Boros turned just quick enough to see a figure retreat behind the collapsed telescope. He returned to focus on his rifle and finally got the magazine to catch, pulling the bolt back, like he saw in movies and dramas, and got ready to p
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