His voice was soft now.
“But I'm in this to save my family. My wife. My son. My parents. My abuela. When the time comes, I want to be able to fight.”
“Then fight.”
“Thing is, I don't know how.”
“You've never fired a gun?” Devika asked.
Eddie rubbed his head.
“Fine,” Devika said. “I'll show you.”
She pulled out her handcoil, ejected the magazine, and unloaded its needle-like bullets onto the dashboard. She motioned him to come.
Eddie approached, his eyes on the bullets.
“They're not going to hurt you,” Devika said.
This guy was too scared. She wouldn't be able to trust him with a gun. Not yet.
“This is a standard issue handcoil,” Devika said. “These are nine millimeter needle bullets. They're electromagnetically charged and they rip through a target.”
She handed him the empty gu
