The Samson flies up to the summit, and Trudy is focused, and waiting, and there is a sudden odd disorientation, as if she went into a gun-roll and came out on the opposite side than the one she was aiming at. Without swearing, Chacon straightens her Samson to find them...
Back where they started, albeit flying away from the summit.
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The Samson flies up to the summit, and Trudy is focused, and waiting, and there is a sudden odd disorientation, as if she went into a gun-roll and came out on the opposite side than the one she was aiming at. Without swearing, Chacon straightens her Samson to find them...
Back where they started, albeit flying away from the summit.
"The fuck?"