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He shifted the weight of the three phasors trying to find a more comfortable position. He rounded the corner and walked toward the two men. He drew his phasor and shot twice. They were both paralyzed as they hit the floor, and they would stay that way long enough for him to do what he had to do.
He set two of the rifles down, holstered his hand phasor, unbolted the door, and opened it. It was time for him to help the rebels on the roof. If he could get them to the scent room, they would have a chance of subduing Hurd's Elite Royal Guard: twenty-two of them plus Hurd.
Chapter Sixty-Eight