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enough to damage his hearing.
He turned.
It was his boss, Alexander Michaels.
"Commander. What brings you to the range on a
Saturday morning"
Michaels patted the taser clipped to his belt
on his right hip.
"Requalification. Thought I'd come down when it
wasn't too busy."
Howard gave him a small smile and shook his
head.
"Not a fan of the kick taser. Colonel?"
Michaels asked.
"No, sir, not really. If a situation is
dangerous enough to require a weapon, then it ought to be
a real weapon."
"I am given to understand that the taser has a
ninety-percent one-shot-stop rate, whether it
penetrates clothes or not. It will defeat standard
Kevlar vests, and there aren't any bodies to be
clean up afterward."
Howard could almost hear Fernandez grin.
"Sergeant, you have a comment?"
" "Well, unless the guy you shoot has anything
real flammable about his person, sir. Then he might
just burst into flame. At which point your non-lethal
weapon turns your guy into the Human Torch. It
has happened a few times."
bar "The sergeant is correct. However, the
biggest drawback, bar sir, is that you only get
one shot," Howard added.
"Everybody is required to carry a spare
reload or two. I'm told an expert can do that
in about two seconds--snap off, snap on, be
ready to fire again."
"In which time somebody just average with a handgun would
have shot your taser expert four or five times. Or
his buddy would have--if there is more than one of him.
Sir."
Michaels grinned.
"Well, you know how it is with us desk
jockeys, Sarge. The weapon is more a formality
than anything.
We don't get out into the field that much."
"That's not what I hear, sir," Fernandez said.
Howard held his grin. Whatever Michaels said,
he had faced an assassin who had snuck into HQ
and he'd shot her dead using her own gun. That had
earned him a bit of respect in a lot of
opinions, including Howard's own.