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The laser shot echoed over the flat land, the body slumping to the ground. Cyclops snorted and holstered his massive pistol, kicking the dead man into the garbage pit. He swung around to face the rest of the prisoners, his large hands resting on his hips. His broad bare chest swelled and he glared with his good eye.
“This is what happens when you steal,” he grumbled. “This man said he was hungry, so we now have one less mouth to feed. As the wind changes and sends the smell of his rotting corpse into your nose while you work, I want you to remember your actions have consequences.”
Josh glanced at Delmar, who looked on in grim silence. Waylon stood near his men, all of them carrying tools.
Cyclops slapped his hands together, the sound like someone smacked two raw steaks. “Back to wor
