This time, at least, Weld took on the heavy hitter. He leaped at Crawler from the side, his hand becoming needle-fine as he plunged it into one of Crawler’s largest eye sockets.
WOO!
I knew that Crawler could dodge Ballistic’s hits. He must have seen Weld coming and simply not cared. The needle barely penetrated Crawler’s eye, but Weld used the leverage to wrap himself around Crawler’s face.
…still cool.
So what’s he doing now, just trying to be the giant bug on Crawler’s windshield, blinding him that way?
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but bugs are Taylor’s specialty.
I drew the gun and leveled it at Mannequin’s back. He was running in a straight line, I remembered to click the thumb safety, squeezing the handle with both hands to get the grip safety on the back of the gun, and put him in the crosshairs, leading just a bit. I could remember the tip you always heard in the movies. Squeeze, don’t pull.
I’ve never heard that in the movies, that I can remember.
Maybe that just means I have a different taste in movies than Taylor. Very likely, that.
Exhale as you squeeze…
Visions of the dead Mannequin had left in my district flashed through my mind’s eye. The paramedics, the bitchy old doctor, the people he’d gassed. My people.
Time for vengeance, huh?
I could feel the recoil jolt its way through my arms to rattle my body at its core.
I feel like this scene would be a lot more tense if I was under the impression that shooting Mannequin would actually kill him.
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