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Cursing his luck to a devil that decidedly had no place in Party Doctrine, the Commissar gripped his wounded shoulder and desperately fired again. He had two of them pinned down, but he couldn't move either. What's more, the staccatto explosions of the nova bomb were becoming louder and more frequent. How much longer before the thing took him, those black armored bastards, and Kenra Station with it? Ten, twenty minutes at the outside?

Thaken couldn't know, but he knew his duty.

"This won't get us anywhere, Commissar." One of them yelled from their position behind the grav-lift across the corridor. "Even if you killed us both, you couldn't get to the bomb and dismantle it before it went off. Throw down your laser and surrender. You'll be a prisoner, but you'll live."

They must know better than that. Why even make the offer except...

Except to distract him.

With all the speed that his wounded body had left, Thaken swung around, but it was too late. The big terrorist had already drawn a bead on the Political Officer with a heavy stunner.

There was a flash, and the Commissar descended into blackness.