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That
kind
of
dictates
the
action
,
pal
.
Thanks
,
Jimmy
.
After
a
few
minutes
the
woman
told
me
to
take
off
the
blindfold
.
I
pushed
it
up
onto
my
forehead
and
retied
it
there
in
its
customary
position
.
At
my
side
,
the
muscle
with
the
machine
pistol
smirked
.
I
gave
him
a
curious
look
.
"
Something
funny
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
The
woman
spoke
without
turning
her
gaze
from
the
city
lights
beyond
the
window
.
"
You
look
like
a
fucking
idiot
.
"
"
Not
where
I
come
from
.
"
She
turned
to
look
at
me
pityingly
.
"
You
aren
’
t
where
you
come
from
.
You
’
re
on
Earth
.
Try
behaving
like
it
.
"
I
looked
from
one
to
the
other
of
them
,
the
pistoleer
still
smirking
,
the
synthetic
with
the
expression
of
polite
contempt
,
then
shrugged
and
reached
up
with
both
hands
to
untie
the
bandanna
.
The
woman
went
back
to
watching
the
lights
of
the
city
sink
below
us
.
The
rain
seemed
to
have
stopped
.
I
chopped
down
savagely
from
head
height
,
left
and
right
.
My
left
fist
jarred
into
the
pistoleer
’
s
temple
with
enough
force
to
break
the
bone
and
he
slumped
sideways
with
a
single
grunt
.
He
never
even
saw
the
blow
coming
.
My
right
arm
was
still
in
motion
.
The
synthetic
whipped
around
,
probably
faster
than
I
could
have
struck
,
but
she
misread
me
.
Her
arm
was
raised
to
block
and
cover
her
head
,
and
I
was
under
the
guard
,
reaching
.
My
hand
closed
on
the
blaster
at
her
belt
,
knocked
out
the
safety
and
triggered
it
.
The
beam
seethed
into
life
,
cutting
downwards
,
and
a
large
quantity
of
the
woman
’
s
right
leg
burst
open
in
wet
ropes
of
flesh
before
the
blowback
circuits
cut
the
blast
.
She
howled
,
a
cry
more
of
rage
than
of
pain
,
and
then
I
dragged
the
muzzle
of
the
weapon
up
,
triggering
another
blast
diagonally
across
her
body
.
