Chapter Eight – Decisions, Decisions
“YOU WILL BE GIVEN FURTHER opportunities to practise using the new weapons at regular intervals during your training,” said Errruorerrrrrhch as they lined up for the afternoon session. Carrie’s heart sank. Her skills at controlling a gun with her mind hadn’t improved much after the morning break. She had always known her powers of concentration weren’t good, but being beaten by a box of custard was pretty demoralising. Dave’s prowess had improved with each shot he took.
Oh well, Carrie thought, maybe this session will be about something I’m good at.
“This afternoon we will be concentrating on logical thought processes and effective decision-making.”
Carrie’s shoulders slumped. The door opened, and a robot cart carrying an assortment of helmets enter
