Our guns had no affect. Stevie blasted every energy burst he had. He was our best shooter and I even saw the bolts strike again and again I. The same marksman grouping, to no avail. Nothing. If Stevie, at full-bore, with his pinpoint accuracy, couldn’t put a dent into this thing, what the fuck else are we supposed to do?

I changed my bolt battery pack, the polymer case ejecting from the back of ...