John scored the first hit, but it did not kill the raptor. I put an explosive bolt into its chest when it stopped to lick its wound. One down, five to...go. I got the second hit, high on a raptor's chest and blew its head off. Only one bolt required for that one, but it was damned close when I finally scored the hit. The explosion rattled the door.We were getting about 30% hit rate, something that I thought must be too good to last, and, dammit, I was right. The remaining four raptors ran around. Amina lowered herself more to Suzu's panties. Amina frowned, "You do buy the most boring underwear." Suzu rolled her eyes in vain, Does that really matter right now?Unexpectedly, Suzu's phone was ringing. "Now who can that be?" Amina asked as she got off the bed and went to Suzu's purse. She pulled out Suzu's phone and saw it was their friend Maya and that the phone was on vibrate and ring. Amina smirked, completely up to no good as she held the phone in her hand."Do you expect Maya to try to. Retry" thought Doe. It was coming alive. "What?" asked Norman verbally to his computer. "Hmm, must be a network error." "Input," flashed the screen. Norman began typing, thinking it was probably a cute little trick put together by management in order to reduce daydreaming among employees. Well, it worked. He FTP'd the program file to his apartment so he could test it on his home computer after work. He went straight home and chose the college story to upload to Fictionmania. Again he used. My dad still hated me, and more than ever; I now hated him with a white-hot fury. It muted over time, of course, and we learned to tolerate one another, my mother the only thing we had in common.We danced around through my middle- and high-school years; and on the day after I received my diploma, I took all my meager possessions (I'd accumulated virtually none of the trappings of teen life, having fantasized of this day), piled them in the front yard; and as my dad emerged from the house to go.