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Generation-11-5
The man gave a cry and thrashed his legs, kicking Jas’ shins. She didn’t blink. With her full weight and strength on him, he was helpless. After a few moment’s struggle, while his shipmates stood frozen in indecision, the man released his weapon. It slipped from his fingers, and Jas grabbed it as it fell. She stepped back and fixed the barrel on the man. “Go,” she shouted to the crew. “Drop your guns, and go. That way. Run, or I’ll blow his kratting head off.” With only a second’s hesitation, the remaining man and both women took off in the direction Jas had indicated. “Don’t...don’t,” said the man, his gaze on the barrel’s end in his face. “Of course I’m not going to hurt you. If you’d just listened to me, it wouldn’t have come to this.” The sounds of the battle for the flight deck had
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