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You nod and take the shotgun from Charles. It’s just like the one you shot during the weapons demonstration aboard the <span class="mu-i">Lord’s Carbine</span>, except instead of lethal rounds, you can see dull blue shells inside the receiver.
It doesn’t take long at all for some civilians to break rank, a clump of people breaking away from the front of the crowd closest to your Rhino. A pair of adolescents that look to be about your age with soot-covered faces and tattered clothes are furthest along. A woman clutching a bundle on her chest that could be a baby, but there’s too much fabric to tell precisely what it is. There’s also an adult male with a prosthetic leg who manages to hobble at a pace that exceeds the congregation behind him. You gulp audibly, aiming down the sights.
>Shoot at the pair of adolescents.
>Shoot at the woman.
>Shoot at the man.
