His laser gun lay where he fell.
The sound of a laser gun jarred her.
She'd watched the laser missiles fall around her micro for almost an hour.
Their weapons weren't stunners, the laser weapons capable of incapacitating a horse with one glancing shot.
Her gaze went to the laser gun he'd tossed a short distance away.
The guards prepared their laser weaponry and waited.
Elise lowered her laser as Lana blocked her shot and approached the man named Arnie.
Lana grew uneasy and watched the sky flare with rocket and laser fire from the battle at the Peak.
Her gaze moved to the laser gun and then to the familiar man holding it.
At the first drop of laser missiles, Brady had figured there was one thing that would make the fed jets target the inconsequential town, and it was Lana.
"We heard the laser and cleared everyone out," one of the soldiers answered.
Brady set his micro to track any laser fire before pulling his mask over his face.
Her heart began to beat even faster, and she pulled free the laser gun.
Arnie snatched the laser weapon at his hip and shoved it against her temple.
Elise shouted, leaping atop the nearest boulder with her laser aimed at him.
Instead, she stretched for the laser gun, grasping it.
The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered her.
The man inches from her fired into the melee, along with the laser guns of several more.
The gunman rested back on his heels to load a new laser charge pack.
He slapped his hand over her mouth and wrenched her up, the laser gun at her head.
If she had a laser gun, she just might have pulled the trigger.
Brady looked her over and drew a laser gun.
Stepping onto the ledge outside, Lana heard the sounds of gun and laser fire too close for her comfort, along with the beat of helicopters in the dark skies.
Lana smiled, amused at such hardcore words from a woman whose frail frame would struggle under the weight of a laser shotgun.
The jets came from the west, beyond the river, a realization that didn't register until the ground shook under the impact of the first laser missile strike dropped.
Brady threw himself down, rolled, and ran, taking cover behind a boulder as the laser missile exploded the ground in front of him.
Charlie's next laser shot glanced off the top of the rock, searing a hole through it.
"You expect me to believe that after watching the missile attack?" she returned, reaching for the laser gun.
Lana raised the laser gun, closed her eyes and fired.
In the 1970s, we got MRIs, laser eye surgery, CT scans, and antiviral drugs.
They sat and pulled out laser guns, arming them and waiting as the helo took them down the mountain again to their awaiting teams.
In the near distance, beyond the other dilapidated buildings on the abandoned street, came the sound of small arms laser fire.
The access pad appeared as though it had been shot with a laser gun; it was blackened and melted.
A moment later, Elise darted by with a hand laser in her grip, disappearing between the same buildings.
She had a laser gun, even if she couldn't hit a target two feet in front of her.
The laser gun was at his side.
Brady rested one hand on his laser gun until he was sure she wouldn't try anything.
Brady muttered a curse, reached for his laser weapon, and fired at an angle at the ceiling.
Lana hid between the boulders, gaze glued to the area where the laser missiles dropped.
She armed the laser gun and tucked it into the space between her clothing and the small of her back.
Laser fire sounded as his other guard whirled and fired on Brady.
Lana obeyed, planting one hand on the laser wound in his side.
Brady approached the five soldiers in urban gray tactical suits crowded around the small box with a hole still smoking from a hit by a wayward laser bullet.
Arnie waved the laser as Brady crept closer.
More laser fire lit the area where Elise had gone.
She picked up a handgun-sized laser weapon, set it down, and picked up a smaller one.
Laser fire chased them across the sky, and he gripped the edge of the open bay tightly, not wanting another fall from the sky.
Jim closed the door behind him, and Brady stayed where he was for a long moment, watching the laser strikes.
She made a show of arming the laser gun.
I started learning to shoot a laser gun today, she said.
"Is this a laser wound?" the doctor asked, releasing the seal around Lana's wrist.
She plugged her ears, watching as the missiles distracted the men into one direction while the laser strike knocked them dead.
The laser markings matched similar damage seen on the eastern wall, which they found when they circled the compound.
Light flashed and Lana gave a strangled cry as the laser gun glanced off her wrist.
Brady rested his laser gun on his shoulder, taking in the undisturbed minefield and pieces of bodies remaining after several of the intruders tried to cross the bio-elim field before it was disabled.
She placed the laser gun against it.
He pulled a laser gun from his boot and placed it at her temple.