3-232: Outside Argyle’s Lodge Again XVI
The flare shoots off with a hiss and hangs in the air, slowly descending and illuminating the area.
The gate guns begin tracking it about half-way to their position and then both open fire. They let off several bursts before stopping, possibly out of ammunition or sneaky programming.
The flare remains hanging in the sky.
“I need more flares and someone who’s better at this than I am.”