He had to go along with Loong, he decided. His comments on the Terran situation presented interesting possibilities. Larhana was the most beautiful woman he had ever known.
"Three."
With a swift, continuous motion Savage swung up the gun, centered the sights and pressed the stud. There was no sound, no sensation, and for a moment he thought they had both missed. Then Satish swayed and crumpled.
Savage lowered his gun. Under the rules he had to remain in position until notified of the results. Others ran to Satish. Loong bent over him briefly and then shouted, "He's dead."
Savage walked toward the huddled group and as he approached, Droga protested.
"That was not a head shot," he said heatedly. "Look, it grazed the chin and entered the neck."
"I beg to differ," Loong countered.