Seven Guns

Prologue

Seven guns, each one loaded and aimed, jockeyed to be the first – and hopefully only – weapon fired. Seven fingers, some reluctant and some eager, were poised on seven triggers as each potential shooter was forced to weigh all of their options in one much-too-brief instant. The prisoner, certain that this moment would be their last, waited helplessly in the small cage that was suspended high in the air, in the center of the room, for fate to take its irrevocable course.

Would that first shot tear through flesh, or bionics? Would it be the prelude to a barrage of bullets, or to a symphony of silence?

BANG!

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