Jason tentatively stepped forward, taser pointed forward. The thing in the shadows stopped moving; waiting. There was a moment of silence, no one moved. Beads of sweat ran down Jason's forehead and into his eyes. He reached up to wipe his eyes; but he heard a slight shift of feet in the shadows. His whole body tensed and he instinctively pulled the trigger of his weapon. A foot-long bolt of electricity erupted from the barrel of his taser; flying and hitting the thing lurking in the shadows. The figure flew into the back wall with a loud clang of metal. Jason turned on his wristlight and shone its blue beam of light on the figure.
It was a man, like Jason. He was thin but wiry, shaggy black hair hung over his deep-set green eyes, he was dressed similar to Jason, but the stranger had bits of what looked liked armor, though it was bent and scratched. The most dangerous thing about this man was the four-foot long curved sword in his hand. The man lay on the ground, twitching from the taser bolt; after a minute he stopped moving. Jason stepped toward the prone, maybe even dead, man. He, Jason, threw himself to the ground; the curved sword sliced the air harmlessly where he had been just a second before. The man was on his feet, sword ready, a feral hatred in his scowling eyes. Jason, leaping up, took a step backward his taser pointed at the wild man's chest. Jason spied a name emblazoned on this wild stranger's jumpsuit.
"Romulus, stand down! I repeat; stand down! It's ok, I won't shoot you again; see?" Jason slowly lowered his taser.
Romulus stood still at first; staring at Jason. Very slowly, his sword pointed toward the floor. Jason breathed a sigh of relief. That's when something pounced from behind; and everything went black.
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