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Damage
.
I
was
in
the
midst
of
the
spiderweb
holo
,
reaching
for
the
bar
doors
,
when
they
swung
open
and
I
found
myself
face
to
face
with
Deek
.
He
had
even
less
time
to
react
to
the
phantom
before
him
than
Milo
had
.
I
tipped
him
the
tiniest
of
formal
bows
,
barely
an
inclination
of
my
head
,
and
then
let
go
of
the
fury
inside
me
and
shot
him
repeatedly
at
waist
height
with
both
Nemex
and
Philips
gun
.
He
staggered
back
through
the
doors
under
the
multiple
impacts
and
I
followed
him
in
,
still
firing
.
It
was
a
wide
space
,
dimly
lit
by
angled
spots
and
the
subdued
orange
guide
lights
of
the
dancers
’
runway
,
now
abandoned
.
Along
one
wall
,
cool
blue
light
shone
up
from
behind
the
bar
,
as
if
it
was
fronting
an
obscure
downward
staircase
to
paradise
.
Behind
was
racked
with
the
pipes
,
jack
-
ins
and
bottles
on
offer
.
The
keeper
of
this
angel
’
s
hoard
took
one
look
at
Deck
,
reeling
backwards
with
his
hands
sunk
in
his
ruined
guts
,
and
went
for
the
holdout
below
the
bar
at
a
speed
that
was
truly
semi
-
divine
.
I
heard
the
dropped
glass
shatter
,
threw
out
the
Nemex
and
hammered
him
back
against
the
displayed
wares
on
the
wall
like
an
impromptu
crucifixion
.
He
hung
there
a
moment
,
curiously
elegant
,
then
turned
and
clawed
down
a
racket
of
bottles
and
pipes
on
his
way
to
the
floor
.
Deek
went
down
too
,
still
moving
,
and
a
dim
,
bulky
-
looking
form
leaned
against
the
edge
of
the
runway
leapt
forward
,
clearing
a
handgun
from
the
waist
.
I
left
the
Nemex
focused
on
the
bar
—
no
time
to
turn
and
aim
—
and
snapped
off
a
shot
from
the
Philips
gun
,
half
-
raised
.
The
figure
grunted
and
staggered
,
losing
his
weapon
and
slumping
against
the
runway
.
My
left
arm
raised
,
straightened
and
the
head
shot
punched
him
back
onto
the
dance
platform
.
The
Nemex
echoes
were
still
dying
in
the
corners
of
the
room
.
By
now
I
had
sight
of
Jerry
.
He
was
ten
metres
away
,
surging
to
his
feet
behind
a
flimsy
table
when
I
levelled
the
Nemex
.
He
froze
.
"
Wise
man
.
"
The
neurachem
was
singing
like
wires
,
and
there
was
an
adrenalin
grin
hanging
crazily
off
my
face
.
My
mind
rattled
through
the
count
.
One
shell
left
in
the
Philips
gun
,
six
in
the
Nemex
.
"
Leave
your
hands
right
there
,
and
sit
the
rest
of
you
down
.
You
twitch
a
finger
and
I
’
ll
take
it
off
at
the
wrist
.
"
He
sank
back
into
his
seat
,
face
working
.
Peripheral
scan
told
me
there
was
no
one
else
moving
in
the
room
.
I
stepped
carefully
over
Deek
,
who
had
rolled
into
a
foetal
ball
around
the
damage
in
his
gut
and
was
giving
out
a
deep
,
agonised
wailing
.
Keeping
the
Nemex
focused
on
the
table
in
front
of
Jerry
’
s
groin
,
I
dropped
my
other
arm
until
the
Philips
gun
was
pointing
straight
down
and
pulled
the
trigger
.
The
noise
from
Deek
stopped
.
At
this
,
Jerry
erupted
.
