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Conversion, by Shaun Farrell Pg. 10<br />
Flapper’s back arched. His eyes rolled back<br />
into his head. Then he shook it off and started<br />
rocking on the floor.<br />
“What was that?” Tuck asked.<br />
“The nans, the ones inside of him, must still be<br />
alive somehow. They reacted to my transmission.<br />
I think—” Gen turned away, hands typing rapidly.<br />
“I think you can put the piece down now,<br />
soldier boy,” Dixon said.<br />
“How about I keep it where it is, just for fun?”<br />
Synchronized footsteps filled the hallway. In<br />
the midst of their argument, they hadn’t heard<br />
the NET soldiers. Tuck and Dixon looked down<br />
the hall in unison, their eyes widening.<br />
A dozen soldiers stood out there, with more<br />
in the stairwell behind them, no doubt.<br />
“I knew it,” Tuck whispered, face twisting into<br />
a scowl. “You betrayed us!”<br />
Tuck began to re-aim the L-20 at Dixon. Simultaneously,<br />
Dixon jutted forward and reached for<br />
Tuck’s leg. With his other hand he deflected the<br />
rifle toward the ceiling.<br />
Tuck tried to sidestep, but Dixon was too<br />
fast. In that moment Tuck realized his feelings of<br />
control had been an illusion. Dixon could have<br />
done this whenever he wanted.<br />
Before Tuck could regain his bearings, Dixon<br />
had relieved the Captain of a pistol and darted<br />
down the hallway.<br />
“He’s joining NET!” Tuck yelled, scrambling for<br />
the door.<br />
Then gunshots echoed around him. And<br />
screams. Dixon’s screams. He was charging the<br />
enemy soldiers, gun spitting fire, lungs releasing<br />
the last breath of a man embracing his fate.<br />
“No,” Tuck whispered. “It can’t be.”<br />
The troops responded in unison, their minds<br />
joined through NET. They unleashed hell into<br />
the hallway. Dixon was chopped to pieces, but<br />
he seemed to continue forward anyway, as if<br />
the sheer force of his hatred could hold his flesh<br />
together. His gun fired again and again.<br />
Two men collapsed under the barrage of his<br />
attack, but that was all Dixon could manage. He<br />
fell, dead before he hit the floor.<br />
<strong>Ray</strong> <strong>Gun</strong> <strong>Revival</strong> magazine <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>13</strong>, January 01, 2007<br />
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“Dixon!” Tuck’s throat was instantly dry, adrenaline<br />
zapping his mouth of moisture, replacing it<br />
with salt. He screamed and took aim with his L-<br />
20. Barely able to control the gun with his shaky<br />
arms, he leaned around the doorframe and fired.<br />
NET responded with typical effectiveness,<br />
aiming their fire at Tuck’s side of the door. With<br />
nans guiding their eyes and fingers, the NET<br />
soldiers demonstrated considerable skill. Tuck<br />
continually turned back into the room, the metal<br />
doorframe disintegrating around him. At one<br />
point he dove across the entry to the other side.<br />
Miraculously, only one enemy projectile grazed<br />
his leg.<br />
Once the shooting began, Gen, Flapper, and<br />
Lynda ran to the opposite side of the room.<br />
Debris and bullets rattled all over the place, but<br />
they found somewhat suitable shelter in the far<br />
corner behind the empty storage crates.<br />
Flapper yelled and tried to run into the hall.<br />
He wanted to rejoin his brothers, and he slapped<br />
at Gen when the older man held him back.<br />
“They don’t want you anymore,” Gen screamed,<br />
feeling the futility of the situation overtake him.<br />
He should let Flapper run into the sea of bullets.<br />
He would die instantly, but at least he would die<br />
believing NET had come for him.<br />
“I know, I know,” Flapper returned, still struggling.