Arlene and JeffChapter 299
Nichols raised his hands above his head as he walked slowly toward the gate. No more than fifteen feet away, the nearest guard swung his rifle to the ready position. Still, Nichols walked on. As he neared the gate, the guard mentally keyed one of his helmet's functions and Alerted while raising the rifle to his shoulder. As his finger slipped inside the trigger guard, the odd looking weapon centered on Nichols' chest even as the guard's amplified voice boomed out, "Halt!" When the guard...