Zouichi's was a heavier handgun, but somehow he doubted it would really make much difference as far as lasertag was concerned.

Their group was a mixed one: parents, children, a few touristy types or bored-looking teenagers. The man in charge of running the game spoke over their chatter, explaining the rules. "We're dividing you up into two teams," he announced. "Shooting members of the opposing team nets you points. Shooting members of your own team loses you points. The best team standing at the end wins. Any questions?"

Actually, didn't that worker look familiar? It was a little hard to tell in the darkened arena, but -- yes, Zouichi thought he had seen the man before somewhere. The man and his... four... arms.