splinter guns.
Kemrin loosened the net enough to get to his hands and knees. His mecheye gave him a clear view o f Bluedog as he approached the scanner at Singh Louie’s. Just before Bluedog put his stolen eye to the sensor, Kemrin dropped flat and covered his head.
The sensor’s probing radiation detonated the filament bomb coiled inside the eye, and the resulting explosion demolished the scanner housing, though the reinforced facade of the building was only scorched. Bluedog and his group were gone.
When red rain stopped falling, Kemrin strugged out of the net and got to his feet, swaying. Blood from the ruined eye socket trickled down his face. But he smiled all the way home.
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