By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted June 9, 2012
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The remaining yetis and Entulovian War Museum employees pressed the attack deeper into Dispatch, forcing the Liberati and goons into a partial retreat.
“Come on, Bolter!” cried Haglyn. “They’re on the run!” She leaned her GyroCart forward, joining the pursuit.
Tic, still shocked by the curator’s arrival, reacted more slowly, as a realization dawned on him. The elevator! Amid the chaos, no one else seemed to have noticed its imminent arrival. Tic tucked the butt of his blaster into his shoulder and turned it on the elevator doors, which began to slide open
A green-uniformed goon leapt out, followed by half a dozen more, and their blasters were raised, and Haglyn spun around abruptly, exposed in open space right in front of them…
Tic opened fire, screaming a warning at the top of his lungs. Haglyn threw her body to the side, toppling the GyroCart as lasers streamed through the space where she’d been sitting.
Tic’s outburst had divided the goons’ attention and alerted his allies, who joined in the defensive action. A late-advancing yeti spun on its heel and dove physically onto the goons, absorbing a laser or two into its stomach but crushing them under its weight.
Rushing to his fallen friend, Tic spluttered, “Hagga, are you okay?”
She was trying to squirm out from under the GyroCart. “I’m fine. Get this thing off of me. How do my legs look?”
The curator stepped out of the stairwell, talking on his handset. “What do you mean, ‘they got away’? How did that happen!?”
“They took a service elevator!” came the response. “Their rearguard delayed us just long enough. A few seconds faster and both of the leaders would’ve been ours…”
Tic smacked a fist into the floor in frustration.
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