I still firmly believed in the arguments I
had used to Nick against the necessity of carrying a firearm to rescue these
people from the ISS, Still, with deep feelings of self-disgust and shame, I
rose to my feet, grabbed the bullets out of the dresser, reloaded the gun, and
put it back in my bag. I finished my coffee, grabbed my bags, threw them into
the back of the buggy, and drove through the city to the hangar.
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