“I’m telling you. This is not going to work.”
“It’s has to work, Marcus. Do you understand what this could do to help us with the fight for dominance of the monsters in the country.”
“Darrin, listen. I understand that. Believe me but you pushing this hard is going to force a mistake. The July 4th massacre was a terrible event. I didn’t lose anyone, luckily, but dude…You have to back off a bit.”
Darrin stepped back and bit his lip. He took a breath. The images pounded in his head as his heart began to race. He took in a second breath.
“Ok, sure. I’ve been pushing too hard. I’m still going to insist you finish this weapon. Have you got a name for it yet.”
Marcus smiled. “A-130.”
“Right, but this laser gun has gone through a hundred twenty seven revisions. I rounded up. Oh, and it’s named after a work-horse plane in the 21st century.”
“Ok, just get it working. What’s wrong with it now?”
Marcus picked up the weapon. It had a bulbous channel that covered the barrel. It was ridged, painted yellow, and had a black ring near the front of the bulge then the back. The trigger was underneath a small square of aluminum followed by a wooden stock.
“It look more like a bumble bee, Marcus.”
Marcus ignored Darrin and stepped into a large room. At the very end of the room was a black, circular stain on the wall.
“It keeps getting too hot to handle.” Marcus said as he put on a pair of thick, black gloves.
Marcus lifted the weapon and weighed it in his hands. “It’s a bit too heavy still but the laser technology is still far behind the computer technology of the twenty-second century.”
Marcus squared up his feet. Pushed back his right foot and fired.
An invisible stream burst from the barrel of the weapon and struck the wall. Heat spread over the black stain and began to redden. Smoke floated from the weapon, slowly at first then it began to burn.
Marcus set the weapon down and instructed Darrin to follow him from the room. “It has exploded at times. I’m hoping this isn’t one of those times.”