Benny walked out of the office where he toiled, shoulders slumped and eyes hung low. As he entered the parking lot and fished around in his pocket for the keys to his 2010 jalopy, he cast a scornful glance at his Department Supervisor's brand new luxury sports car. And that was when he saw it.
"...The heck?" He said, walking over to investigate the silver object laying on the pavement. He picked up the strange, toy-gun looking doohickey and started messing with it, when suddenly a burst of energy shot out of the barrel.
His head whipped around to follow it, and he was just in time to witness the blast strike...
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