Chapter 4p5 – Making a Mess

As the pawn shop's panicked customers fled, Tic's searching hand fell upon a wooden object. He pulled it down: it was a battered old ukelele. He felt a little further and reached something with a round metal tip. Some old-fashioned laser blaster, maybe!?

Nope. It was a trumpet… How useful.

But it was all Tic had, so he grabbed the trumpet and tossed it in a high arc backwards over the dresser. While the trumpet distracted Gord, Tic took the ukelele by its neck, stood up quickly, and flung it overhand like he was tossing an axe. It flipped end over end and crashed into the floor at Gord's feet, twanging mournfully.

Gord laughed. "Mr. Dunter said to bring you in alive, Bolter! He likes to hear thieves apologize personally. But he never said you had to walk into his office on your own legs, eh?" He fired another salvo of lasers at the dresser, which was crumbling into smoking sawdust under the assault.

Tic gathered his legs underneath him and prepared to make a run for it. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and leapt out from behind the dresser.

At the same moment he heard an explosive report and flinched as he waited for his legs to be torn off by a hail of lasers.

He landed on his face and skidded for a few feet. He opened one eye, slowly.

Gord toppled to the ground like a collapsing skyscraper.

Haglyn strutted up to him and prodded his lifeless chest with her scatterbeam gun. "That's what you get for making a mess of my shop! Grr, I can't stand Dunter and his ham-headed cronies…"

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