Chapter 44: Smoking Guns Part 1
The primitive gun lay on the ground, its flare hanging above them like a low-budget fire-work. So Andrea could expect the cavalry to arrive any time now. Or whatever it was you called soldiers who got around by spanking dinosaurs.
Chris stood, heat vanes rising from his back like stunted wings. Blood stained the mouthpiece of his mask, dribbled down his chest, coated his forearms. The former geek trembled all over, constantly.
Andrea's own powersuit hung limp around her legs, and maybe it was better that way. Maybe, with unlimited physical power on her side, Andrea would have ended up like that slavering monster. She might very well owe her sanity to Trals Scarback and the other Ethlek.