Ace nearly bites through his lower lip to keep from screaming aloud, but if his Internal Voice were made audible, it would probably deafen every ear in a thousand klicks.
Because the shadowy thing suddenly drops out of sight, I'll take my frustrations out on the next best thing.
I lower the muzzle towards the bimbo on the gurney & try for a head shot.
OOC:
Pistols, +3(Agi) +3(Rating) +2(SemiAutomatics). Rolls: 6, 2, 1, 4, 5, 2, 2, 6.
"I hope you catch Space Herpes!"
*Cough*
Owie owie owie owwww.
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