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The
door
robot
stirred
as
I
approached
and
its
arms
came
up
in
a
warding
-
off
gesture
.
"
We
’
re
closed
,
friend
,
"
the
synth
voice
said
.
I
levelled
the
Nemex
at
the
lintel
and
shot
out
the
robot
’
s
brain
dome
.
The
casing
might
have
stopped
smaller
calibre
shells
,
but
the
Nemex
slugs
smashed
the
unit
to
pieces
.
Sparks
fireworked
abruptly
and
the
synth
voice
shrieked
.
The
concertina
octopus
arms
thrashed
spastically
,
then
went
slack
.
Smoke
curled
from
the
shattered
lintel
housing
.
Cautiously
,
I
prodded
one
dangling
tentacle
aside
with
the
Nemex
,
stepped
through
and
met
Milo
coming
upstairs
to
find
out
what
the
noise
was
about
.
His
eyes
widened
as
he
saw
me
.
"
You
.
What
—
"
I
shot
him
through
the
throat
,
watched
him
flap
and
tumble
down
the
steps
and
then
,
as
he
struggled
to
get
back
on
his
feet
,
shot
him
again
in
the
face
.
As
I
went
down
the
stairs
after
Milo
a
second
heavy
appeared
in
the
dimly
lit
space
below
me
,
took
one
shocked
look
at
Milo
’
s
corpse
and
went
for
a
clumsy
-
looking
blaster
at
his
belt
.
I
nailed
him
twice
through
the
chest
before
his
ringers
touched
the
weapon
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
I
paused
,
unholstered
the
Philips
gun
left
-
handed
and
stood
in
silence
for
a
moment
,
letting
the
echoes
of
the
gunfire
die
away
in
my
ears
.
The
heavy
artillery
rhythm
that
I
’
d
come
to
expect
of
Jerry
’
s
was
still
playing
but
the
Nemex
had
a
loud
voice
.
On
my
left
was
the
pulsing
red
glow
of
the
corridor
that
led
to
the
cabins
,
on
the
right
a
spider
-
web
holo
with
a
variety
of
pipes
and
bottles
trapped
in
it
and
the
word
BAR
illuminumed
onto
flat
black
doors
beyond
.
The
data
in
my
head
said
a
minimal
security
presence
for
the
cabins
—
three
at
most
,
more
likely
down
to
two
at
this
time
of
the
morning
.
Milo
and
the
nameless
heavy
on
the
stairs
down
,
leaving
one
more
possible
.
The
bar
was
soundproofed
off
,
wired
into
a
separate
sound
system
and
running
between
two
and
four
armed
guards
who
doubled
as
bar
staff
.
Jerry
the
cheapskate
.
I
listened
,
cranking
up
the
neurachem
.
