Near the lip of the gully, the remaining security man hid below the level of the brush and glanced at his dead partner. The little disk had blown half of the man’s head off, leaving a gory mess that was lit garishly by the light coming from the gully.

He knew the moment he moved he was a dead man; the little disk seemed to have an accuracy that defied belief and skin as tough as titanium.

The only option open to him was to hide and wait for the situation to change in his favor. It was an option that had little chance of success.

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He heard a sound; people walking in the woods without care for the level of noise they created. The message from the sergeant had warned him of this problem, but he doubted the sergeant knew the cost of the warning.

The primary concern was for the welfare of the actors, the same people who were now walking into the middle of a firefight.

It seemed the idea of hiding was a dream; he had to distract the enemy if the actors were to survive. Slowly, soundlessly, he crawled towards the edge of the gully.