"Are suspended." Maddox’s hand rested on his sidearm. "Do it."
The room cheered. Aris threw up in a waste bin. kj activator
Aris obliged, though a cold seed of dread lodged in his gut. He aimed a ballistic gel dummy, placed a rifle on a robotic mount, and activated the KJ. Hit. The rifle fired. The bullet, which in a trillion alternate universes veered wide, punched dead center. "Are suspended