Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 126 of 330
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move one’s hand meant that one’s body moved also, in the opposite direction. And the crew was half-mad anyhow. Holding fast and steadied by his grip, Brent fired with complete ruthlessness. He found himself gripped, and Kit was steadying herself by him and shooting gallantly, too. And Den Harlow had not heard Brent’s command in time to obey. But he floated calmly, and turned his wrist only, and deliberately pulled trigger when, and only when, his blaster bore upon a crewman with a blaster he was trying to use. Brent bellowed, “Throw your blasters away or every man dies!” Six men threw down their blasters and bleated for mercy. They were in such a state of panic and horror that their cries were unintelligible. Then Brent put his left hand back in his pocket and the Ship’s artificial gravity came back on. Passengers and crew members alike toppled to the floor from whatever position they had assumed with relation to it. “Harlow!” barked Brent. “Pick up those blasters! Shoot any man who tries to get them again!” Kit’s father moved forward grimly to help. Kit pressed close against Brent, desperately ready to fire in his defense, until the crew members who survived were backed into one of the cabins and the door locked upon them with a key Harlow nonchalantly pulled out of his pocket. “Now,” said Brent, his eyes burning. “We've got to see if there are any more. They figured they had to yield to an unknown stowaway, but they weren’t going to let anybody tell about them after he got off. Distribute those blasters where they'll do some good, Harlow! Who’s coming with me to the control room?” Brent surveyed the situation. The control room was familiar enough, if old-fashioned. Panels of the wall were dented and smashed. Somebody had gone out of his head with panic. But the instrument board was unharmed. Kit was close behind him, her brows knitted. CORniclooo SS (SO)