yelled Sarah. The answering bellow of two dozen pistols kicked up in perfect unison, and the long row of humanoid dummies lined up before the New Canterbury militia disappeared in a mist of woodchips and powdered straw. Some of them were cut clean in two, the obliterated heads and torsos toppling to the ground. Each of those wielding a weapon flipped the safety catch without instruction and adopted two-handed poses, the weapons’ noses pointed into the dirt. There were satisfied smiles aplenty. She’s done it, Robert thought. They’re actually landing hits. Heather had taken to the front line herself. Her target had been sheared off at chest level. The good doctor’s face contorted into a snarl. They were still amateurs, but they were fast learners. Already they seldom missed, even if they were only shooting at near point-blank range. But at least it was something.
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