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THE AUTOMATIC DOOR SLID OPEN A FEW INCHES AND THEN BENT
AND BROKE FR EE OF ITS TRACKS AS IT WAS HIT BY A BRIGHT BLAST OF
FIRE. Though each member of the family had their hands upâ€"nine in allâ€"two of them caught
a red beam to the face and had a bright, burning hole blown through their foreheads before they
collapsed onto the hardwood floor. Smoke billowed up from the back of their scorched skulls,
and a smell like overcooked meat and burnt hair enveloped the living room. Soldiers burst
through the doorâ€Ÿs fiery opening, the soldier in the front a tall, muscular man, with a beard and
mustache that covered most of his face. His hair was thick and black, his eyes were dark, and
what was visible of his face looked strong.
â€œThereâ€Ÿs someone not quite human being hidden in this residence! Thatâ€Ÿs why I am here!
This person is believed to have been here for the last year! What I will need from you ladies and
gentlemen, is to point out who it is, and right now! Now, my name is Mehdi, and I need you to
get ON YOUR KNEES!â€
The family obliged, falling to their knees as if collapsing, their hands up and their palms
facing forward. Fifteen laser rifles were aimed at the front of their heads, each soldier visibly
excited about their new acquisitions. Some surely had itchy trigger fingers, waiting for someone
to jump and do something sudden.
One hundred thousand units transferred via palm-phone for these acquisitions and half
the soldiers in my squad are ill-equipped to use them. Twenty long range laser snipers, fifty