"Get away from there!" cursed O’Shanassey, cuffing the man aside. "It’s aim, lock, fire, you fragging gleeb!" She pointed furiously at the control board. "Look! Half our missiles gone and no hits!" Snapping open the flap on her belt holster, the lieutenant pulled a handgun into view and laid a finger on the trigger. At the slight pressure, a moving red spot appeared on the bosun’s face from the laser clipped under the big barrel. "Outside!"