Part of me wants to cap him right now. The wire tells me I can put a burst right on the money, all five rounds impacting within a centimeter of his ugly ear before he even knows what’s happening. But then my years of drek-sucking cop training get in the way: lethal force only in response to direct threats and all that jazz. Who knows? Maybe I’m wrong about Bart wanting to grease me, and taking him down before I’m sure is just plain premeditated murder (yes, officer, I’ll come quietly). Below, the bloated ork pivots slowly and his shotgun comes to bear on something. My eyes follow his intended line of fire.