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When that seemed not to convey any meaning to Erskyll, he elaborated: "We have a lot of dirty-necked working slaves. Over every dozen of them is an overseer with a big whip and a stungun. Over every couple of overseers there is a guard with a submachine gun. Over them is a supervisor, who doesn't need a gun because he can grab a handphone and call for troops.
We've had a team of scientists working on a project that's of the greatest importance to national defense. There were four in the team, all topnotchers. Hartson, I'm sure you'll know some, if not all of them, by reputation." Steve removed the ammunition clip from his submachine gun and sighted through the barrel, then let the bolt ram home with a sharp click. "It was my job to guard the project.
Tom and I took a car and a pistol apiece and a submachine gun and went to get him. Remembering, at the last moment, what I had done to his trousers, I unpacked his luggage and got another suit for him. He was grateful for that, and he didn't lift an eyebrow when he saw the artillery we had with us.
Oscar turned to the mob by now, it was that, pure and simple and roared, in a voice like a foghorn, "Shut up and listen!" A few of those closest to him heard him. The rest kept on shouting curses. Oscar waited a second, and then pointed his submachine gun at the ceiling and hammered off the whole clip. "Shut up, a couple of hundred of you, and listen!" he commanded, on the heels of the blast.
It has a shoulder stock and handgrips and a trigger like a submachine gun. I caught the ship in the finder and squeezed the trigger for a couple of seconds. It would be about five minutes till the tugs got to her and anything else happened, so I put down the camera and looked around.
Something about planting loose strontium-90 in the upholstery of the Audience Throne, wasn't it?" And before that, somebody had been trying to smuggle a fission bomb into the Palace in a wine cask, and before that, it was a booby trap in the elevator, and before that, somebody was planning to build a submachine gun into the viewscreen in the study, and
He could see him standing black-cloaked on the terrace, the diamonds in his beret-jewel glittering evilly; he could see the mad face peering at him over the rising barrel of the submachine gun. And then he would hunt for him without finding him, through the cold darkness of space. The waking periods grew longer, and during them his mind was clear.
I had big plans for you, Gordon. I've still got them, if you don't insist..." His hands whipped down savagely toward his hips and came up sharply! Gordon spun, and the gun leaped in his hands, while the submachine gun jerked forward and clicked on an empty chamber. Trench was tumbling forward to avoid the shot, but he twitched as a bullet creased his shoulder.
There are four hundred or so people here. Of them, twelve, one dozen, are soldiers. The rest are civilians. Ten enlisted men, a non-com of some sort, and something that appears to be an officer. The officer had a pistol, fully loaded. The non-com had a submachine gun, empty, with two loaded clips on his belt. The privates had rifles, empty, and no ammunition.
"He'll never get a chance. The Megabuck Mob is pinched as of right now. The federal government is taking over this island!" Crouched in the doorway, submachine gun cradled in his arms, was an officer of the United States Coast Guard! The Invasion of Spindrift Hartson Brant reacted first. He said severely, "I've tried to teach Rick that one never points a firearm at people.
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