The man aimed.
Harry threw himself sideways, grunting when his shoulder hit the ground. White tracers sped over him, the air sizzling in their wake. He lifted his gun in both hands and fired several rounds.
The man stumbled as stun rounds hit his chest and fell uselessly to the ground. But it left him off balance.
Harry lined up the perfect shot.
Before he could squeeze the trigger, the other man stumbled as something hit him from behind. Flailing about like a drop of water on a hot skillet, the guy dropped to the ground, revealing the floating drone behind him.
That drone quickly reoriented itself to aim at Harry.
He raised a hand instinctively, the N'Jal erecting a force-field that intercepted stun-rounds before they hit him. This was why he would never trust robots! The drone didn
