The bullets, fired from an automatic machine gun, had hit the target with extreme precision; they toured effortlessly through the avatar’s soft tissue, coating her uniform, the ground, even Mara’s cheek in a slick, thick liquid. Gizelle’s eyes remained open wide, and her drastic expression revealed a warning that never came to materialize; her final action was likely to have been sheltering Mara from the murderous fire. The culprit of Gizelle’s downfall, having spotted the now unguarded and defenseless women, left the cover of his hiding spot and charged in the open, firing from the hip as he charged Mara and the wounded Cristina. As luck would have it, Mara leaped on top of her wounded lieutenant to shelter her as her best friend had done and fired her pistol with her free hand, emptying

