DIE!" the beast roared as he tried to pull his blade from the window. A struggle that proved damning as the weapon was wedged in.
With little more than a sneer, Galen drew his colt and lined it up with the Neko's head. "You first."
Pink matter exploded out the back of the slaver's skull as he fell off the tail of the plane.
Holstering his pistol, the Private got his hands back to the controls and brought the guns back on target, only to find that the last of the slavers had gone. Looking down to his feet, he saw that both barrels to the fifties were glowing red hot with trails of smoke rising from the muzzles. Giving a sigh, he released the g*n controls and climbed back down into the plane. A minute later, he emerged out the pilot's escape hatch on top of the craft and climbed down the
