The next and final part of the time cycle was the target practice. A practice gun was passed from one Trooper to the next. The group formed a line in front of one of the many targets – 3-D printouts of various aliens that the Empire had fought against. Many were already extinct.
“Don’t worry John, there’s no need for you to practice,” Luke said in a mischievous tone.
John’s facial muscles tensed. “What do you mean by that?”
Luke laughed. “Someone has to be the worst.”
Shaking his head side to side, John replied, “Give me that .gun.”
He proceeded to take some of the worst shots Luke had ever seen.
All apart from John, laughed to themselves.
Luke went to go to the toilet at the other end of the large room. There were lines of free cubicles, and Luke went to the rear.
When he finished, a goon from earlier was waiting for him. He had long scars down both sides of his face.
Luke stared right at him. “What do you want.?”
“Relax, I’m not here to fight. You need to know. He’s talking about assassinating Timothy. The Emperor would never forgive us, he’ll slaughter our families! You have to do something.”
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