When the light died, there was no one left behind the doorway. Only Commander had escaped, thanks to that dive off his synth leg. He was already leaping up from a crouch, bringing his SMR to bear.
I didn’t have time to load another silver. I dropped the warlock back in its holster as I spun with the SR 547 bullpup and my buckler, bring both up to cover me before he could finish settling his aim.
His first two bursts dropped off my buckler, and I grinned as his eyes filled with confusion before he realized I also had such a device built into my synthetic arm. But when I steadied the aim of my bullpup, I didn’t waste time shooting at his buckler.
I went straight for his leg.
That’s the thing about having lived with synthetic limbs for so many revs. I’d had a lot of time to get comfortabl
