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The
blaster
carved
a
channel
a
handsbreadth
wide
right
through
her
and
into
the
seat
behind
.
Blood
exploded
across
the
cabin
.
The
blaster
cut
out
again
and
the
cabin
went
suddenly
dim
as
the
flaring
of
the
beam
weapon
stopped
.
Beside
me
,
the
synthetic
woman
bubbled
and
sighed
,
and
then
the
section
of
her
torso
that
the
head
was
attached
to
sagged
away
from
the
left
side
of
the
body
.
Her
forehead
came
to
rest
against
the
window
she
had
been
looking
out
of
.
It
looked
oddly
as
if
she
was
cooling
her
brow
on
the
rain
streaked
glass
.
The
rest
of
the
body
sat
stiffly
upright
,
the
massive
sloping
wound
cauterised
clean
by
the
beam
.
The
mingled
stink
of
cooked
meat
and
fried
synthetic
components
was
everywhere
.
"
Trepp
?
Trepp
?
"
It
was
the
chauffeur
’
s
intercom
squawking
.
I
wiped
blood
out
of
my
eyes
and
looked
at
the
screen
set
in
the
forward
bulkhead
.
"
She
’
s
dead
,
"
I
told
the
shocked
face
,
and
held
up
the
blaster
.
"
They
’
re
both
dead
.
And
you
’
re
next
,
if
you
don
’
t
get
us
on
the
ground
right
now
.
"
The
chauffeur
rallied
.
"
We
’
re
five
hundred
metres
above
the
Bay
,
friend
,
and
I
’
m
flying
this
car
.
What
do
you
propose
doing
about
that
?
"
I
selected
a
mid
-
point
on
the
wall
between
the
two
cabins
,
knocked
out
the
blowback
cutout
on
the
blaster
and
shielded
my
face
with
one
hand
.
"
Hey
,
what
are
you
—
"
I
fired
through
into
the
driver
’
s
compartment
on
tight
focus
.
The
beam
punched
a
molten
hole
about
a
centimetre
wide
and
for
a
moment
it
rained
sparks
backwards
into
the
cabin
as
the
armouring
beneath
the
plastic
resisted
.
Then
the
sparks
died
as
the
beam
broke
through
and
I
heard
something
electrical
short
out
in
the
forward
compartment
.
I
stopped
firing
.
"
The
next
one
goes
right
through
your
seat
,
"
I
promised
.
"
I
’
ve
got
friends
who
’
ll
re
-
sleeve
me
when
they
fish
us
out
of
the
Bay
.
You
’
ll
carve
into
steaks
right
through
this
fucking
wall
,
and
even
if
I
miss
your
stack
,
they
’
ll
have
a
hard
time
finding
which
part
of
you
it
’
s
inside
,
now
fucking
get
me
on
the
ground
.
"
