Chapter 14Some people aspire to greatness, some have it thrust upon them. And some just trip and fall into it, like a puddle of mud.
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Scarlett sat on the linoleum floor, clutching her chest. The bullet stopped by her kinetic armor shirt clinked on the fake tiles. Tomorrow's count of cracked ribs and massive bruises would probably be her only physical injuries from Mrs. Yuckmouth's shot. Even so, Scarlett struggled to breathe.
She glared up at Crow. Her gaze shifted to the barrel of her own plasma pistol that he had aimed at her. As fast as she was, his trigger finger was probably faster.
Her armored shirt had already proven itself invaluable by stopping Mrs. Yuckmouth's bullet. As Scarlett stared down the muzzle of her own weapon, she knew it could do nothing to stop a plasma roun
