Oh, well, that's absolutely perfect, then, because that gives Jim the time he needs to get that damn device working. He very nearly zaps himself with it, but then he pops up over the edge of the table, aims, and fires.
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BRILLIANT, THERE'S A FUCKING SAFETY ON IT? Jim ducks back down, and then pops up again a second later. At least he already has a bead on his target, so when he fires, it hits the guy dead in the chest and sends him reeling back and to the floor, spasming and twitching.
He takes a final check around the room to make sure there's no more, and then he grins. "Okay, not as smooth as I would've liked, but-- wait, where'd the mouse go?" They should probably put it in a jar, or something.
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Nothing.
BRILLIANT, THERE'S A FUCKING SAFETY ON IT? Jim ducks back down, and then pops up again a second later. At least he already has a bead on his target, so when he fires, it hits the guy dead in the chest and sends him reeling back and to the floor, spasming and twitching.
He takes a final check around the room to make sure there's no more, and then he grins. "Okay, not as smooth as I would've liked, but-- wait, where'd the mouse go?" They should probably put it in a jar, or something.