His finger pulled the trigger, and Evan felt a thrill of excitement as he saw the barbs hit their target precisely as planned. His model of Taser had two cartridges, which fired separately. He could immediately shoot again if the first one missed, but the second wouldn’t be needed today.
His target, whom he randomly chose while driving the streets in the neighborhood a few days before, collapsed into a spasming heap.
Grabbing the spray can from the desk, Evan dropped to his knees, setting the Taser by his leg where he could squeeze the trigger again if needed.
The man lay partly on his side, and Evan rolled him to his back.
He forced the tube several inches into his victim’s nose, and the man tried to pull his head away, but the effort was weak and ineffective. With an ear-to-ear grin,
