Adama saw the mini-grenades coming. She commanded her anti-gravs to get her the fuck out of there, pronto. 

     She avoided them, but the concussion from their blasts threw her off balance. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! She felt chilled. What was she even thinking, throwing off her clothes like that?

     Still twitching, Adam plucked the bug from his body to throw as far away from himself as he could. There was nothing he could do about his cock hanging out. Adama'd slashed the front of his pants to tatters. Bitch.

     "Bye," they both said. 

     They whipped out their blasters, Adama still recovering her balance while Adam regained his bearings. 

     They pulled their triggers at the same time. 

     Adama's blast blew apart a snow drift to Adam's left.

     Adam's blast caught Adama in the shoulder to send her spinning to the ice.

     And that's when the blizzard hit. 

CONTINUE