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The thug sat with his hand at the rudder, his pistol pointing ominously at Twinsen, sitting in the opposite end of the boat. Twinsen was battle-mad. He toyed with the Laser Pistol, facing away from his guard, taking out the crystal and replacing it as a plan started to form slowly inside his head, he could picture it in his blood-thirsty eyes. Not bothering to listen to what his common sense was telling him he span around in the boat and fired a shot at the thug. It missed by only millimetres. Sparing no time, he didn’t wait for the Laser Pistol to recharge, he ran at the thug and dived at him. The look of horror on the thug’s face showed clearly, but his action was automatic. His finger squeezed around the trigger of he weapon. The results were fatal. He threw the lifeless body of his captive overboard. He watched it sink, visions of the red faced Twinsen diving at him. Knowing that if he didn’t take Twinsen back alive then Funfrock Jr. couldn’t use him. Funfrock Jr. was the cruellest person he knew. Holding the pistol to his own head he didn’t wait for his punishment from his evil master, the dictator Funfrock Jr.
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