More clubs came at Niki from above and below and all around her.

     Niki took a head off with her laser whip. Two heads.

​     They backed away from her.

     They did more than that, though.

     They moved for these house-sized tanks.

     Four tanks.

     Filled with...what?

     The tanks all had a row of nozzles attached to their bases.

     Assailants attached hoses to those nozzles. The hoses themselves looked thick and solid and nothing like the hoses they'd used to put out the fire at the silo. 

     Those assailants aimed them at Niki, and they flicked something on the handle of the nozzles...

     and flames, not water, sprang from the hoses. 

     They're fucking flame throwers! Niki thought. Fuck!

     The air above everyone's heads filled with shooting flames from a half dozen flame throwers all being lit at once.

     The other people on their anti-gravs got the fuck out of there quick, leaving Niki alone.

     But she couldn't stay there, either.

     Things had just gotten too fucking hot.

     As Niki flew upwards, away from the flames, she thought, okay, now where's Trevor?

     She could no longer see through the flames.

     I need me one of those flame throwers, Niki thought. Then I'll be able to get to Trevor, I bet.

END OF CHAPTER TEN.

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