Time again to thank my superb BRs - Iolanthe, Deja Vu, and Lynn. They have all improved this fic!
In her apartment, she slipped the holster from her ankle and took out her weapon.
She unloaded it and gasped.
It *had* been fired.
Moyne *had* fired it.
How could he have he missed from a few feet away?
The alien is bulletproof.
They'd said that the alien was bulletproof.
They'd said he'd been shot before ... and survived.
Was he impervious to bullets?
Had he taken the bullet that Moyne had meant for her?
Lois locked the weapon in her safe and slipped into bed.
Tiredness enveloped her body.
Questions stormed her mind.
Thanks!
Corrina.
