Slow Pistol

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Lance Greenlee

A non-lethal weapon, the slow pistol is favored by Jane Alexander and others, who usually pack a pair, or "brace", of these pistols because they take a few moments to recharge.   The pistol employs a time-differential, moving the target into a slower time-plane, which allows for the officer to apprehend the subject.  Jane Alexander is a member of the peacekeeping forces of the Alexander Nest of New Warrick, capital city of the Gaohund people in my novel The Craystone Universe. 

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