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...a kid, maybe eight years old, ran up and poked her in the ribs with a plastic laser weapon, making electric zinging noises as he repeatedly pulled the trigger. __ou__e dead,_ he said victoriously. His mother came hurrying up, looking harassed and helpless. __amian, stop that!_ She gave him a smile that was little more than a grimace. __on__ bother the nice people._ __hut up,_ he said rudely. __an__ you see they__e Terrons from Vaniot.__he kid poked her in the ribs again. __uch!_ He made those zinging noises again, taking great pleasure in her discomfort. She plastered a big smile on her face and leaned down closer to precious Damian, then cooed in her most alienlike voice, __h, look, a little earthling._ She straightened and gave Sam a commanding look. __ill it._ Damian__ mouth fell open. His eyes went as round as quarters as he took in the big pistol on Sam__ belt. From his open mouth began to issue a series of shrill noises that sounded like a fire alarm. Sam cursed under his breath, grabbed Jaine by the arm, and began tugging her at a half-trot toward the front of the store. She managed to snag her purse from the buggy as she went past. __ey, my groceries!_ she protested. __ou can spend another three minutes in here tomorrow and get them,_ he said with pent-up violence. __ight now I__ trying to keep you from getting arrested.___or what?_ she asked indignantly as he dragged her out of the automatic doors. People were turning to look at them, but most were following the sounds of Damian__ shrieks to aisle seven. __ow about threatening to kill that brat and causing a riot?_ __ didn__ threaten to loll him! I just ordered you to.