'One life or the lives of many,' Mirai was lost in his gesture. He sought, Igna motioned but bro didn't notice. The workers dropped their foreheads to the rocky soil. One man glared defiantly. He walked, the lasers focused on his chest, "-choose," Igna thundered, "-your son or their safety," he unholstered Tharis, "-what will it be?"
"You dare oppose me?"
"I dare do much more," he returned, "-for example," without so much a warning, Igna's pistol locked and fired. A body fell from the helicopter. The barrel returned on Mirai, "-the man yet lives," he said, "-my next shot won't miss." The message was clear. Intercoms from the helicopter spewed white noise. The squadron did a 180 into distant dots. The petrified expression many held remained. One monster is replaced by another. The crowd viewed with much distress. Shaky hands, avoided eye-contact, slow movements; '-they're frightened,' Igna walked to Mirai, "-you're pathetic."
