Another flash of movement drew my attention and I fired, but this time nothing happened. No muzzle flash, no c***k of energy, nothing. I pulled the trigger again and received the same response.
Stifling a curse, I pulled the battery free and checked its charge. As I’d feared, it was empty.
I didn’t bother putting it back together. I just dropped the g*n and battery, reaching for my 547 bullpup. Its reports were louder in the echoing space, and it fired much more rapidly, but with less accuracy than I’d have liked considering the distances I was trying to cover.
The Esver team must have also realized the significance of my shifted weapon choice, as they became emboldened and started moving out from around the distant corner. But there was little I could do to stop them as I continued the
