His laser gun lay where he fell.
The 1980s brought us a hepatitis B vaccine, artificial skin, DNA sequencing, and laser cataract surgery.
Their weapons weren't stunners, the laser weapons capable of incapacitating a horse with one glancing shot.
The guards prepared their laser weaponry and waited.
Elise lowered her laser as Lana blocked her shot and approached the man named Arnie.
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.
Arnie waved the laser as Brady crept closer.
Lana grew uneasy and watched the sky flare with rocket and laser fire from the battle at the Peak.
She had a laser gun, even if she couldn't hit a target two feet in front of her.
Her gaze went to the laser gun he'd tossed a short distance away.
Her gaze moved to the laser gun and then to the familiar man holding it.
The man inches from her fired into the melee, along with the laser guns of several more.
He slapped his hand over her mouth and wrenched her up, the laser gun at her head.
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.
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.
Jim closed the door behind him, and Brady stayed where he was for a long moment, watching the laser strikes.
Brady set his micro to track any laser fire before pulling his mask over his face.
Lana hid between the boulders, gaze glued to the area where the laser missiles dropped.
Her heart began to beat even faster, and she pulled free the laser gun.
She armed the laser gun and tucked it into the space between her clothing and the small of her back.
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.
Lana obeyed, planting one hand on the laser wound in his side.
They sat and pulled out laser guns, arming them and waiting as the helo took them down the mountain again to their awaiting teams.
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.
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.
Laser fire chased them across the sky, and he gripped the edge of the open bay tightly, not wanting another fall from the sky.
Laser fire sounded as his other guard whirled and fired on Brady.
Brady muttered a curse, reached for his laser weapon, and fired at an angle at the ceiling.
Lana smiled, amused at such hardcore words from a woman whose frail frame would struggle under the weight of a laser shotgun.
The sound of a laser gun went off, and warm blood splattered 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.
She plugged her ears, watching as the missiles distracted the men into one direction while the laser strike knocked them dead.
More laser fire lit the area where Elise had gone.
The gunman rested back on his heels to load a new laser charge pack.
If she had a laser gun, she just might have pulled the trigger.