Long ropes of drool oozed from the
corners of Hurs’ mouth. His eyes were so
wide and staring, it seemed to Wynhod they should fall right out of his
skull. It was Delir withdrawal all
right, several hours old. Hurs was far
gone.
He screeched, “What about how he’s
hurt me? How you’ve all hurt me?”
Wynhod knew there was no talking
sense to someone as lost as Hurs. There
would be no negotiation. All that was
left was the shooting and hopefully saving lives that would never be the same
after this day.
He watched how the blaster wavered
in Hurs’ hand. The agitated Nobek’s
elbow stayed close to his body, the perfect spot for Wynhod to aim for,
disrupting the tarsal nerve and rendering useless the hand dependent on
it. If done right, he would not have to
kill Hurs in front of his fathers.
Unfortunately, Wynhod’s angle was not quite right. If he shot from here, the plasma bolt would
travel through Hurs’ arm and into his gut, tearing apart vital organs.
The easy answer was to take the kill
shot now, which would keep innocent Clan Moli alive. However, it would no doubt devastate the
fathers to see their one child die, not to mention silence a potential witness
to the Delir gang.
Release
date: May 3
This cover is hot!! Wynhod's one of my favorite Nobeks.
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