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In
the
sudden
quiet
that
followed
,
I
retraced
my
steps
to
the
doors
of
the
surgery
and
pushed
through
them
.
The
little
knot
of
figures
,
immaculately
suited
to
a
man
and
woman
,
had
left
the
table
on
which
a
young
female
sleeve
was
laid
out
,
and
were
gaping
at
me
behind
forgotten
surgical
masks
.
Only
the
autosurgeon
continued
working
unperturbed
,
making
smooth
incisions
and
cauterising
wounds
with
abrupt
little
sizzlings
.
Indistinct
lumps
of
raw
red
poked
out
of
an
array
of
small
metal
dishes
collected
at
the
subject
’
s
head
.
It
looked
unnervingly
like
the
start
of
some
arcane
banquet
.
The
woman
on
the
table
was
Louise
.
There
were
five
men
and
women
in
the
theatre
,
and
I
killed
them
all
while
they
stared
at
me
.
Then
I
shot
the
autosurgeon
to
pieces
with
the
blaster
,
and
raked
the
beam
over
the
rest
of
the
equipment
in
the
room
.
Alarms
sirened
into
life
from
every
wall
.
In
the
storm
of
their
combined
shrieking
,
I
went
round
and
inflicted
Real
Death
on
everyone
there
.
Outside
,
there
were
more
alarms
and
two
of
the
medical
crew
were
still
alive
.
Courault
had
succeeded
in
crawling
a
dozen
metres
down
the
corridor
in
a
broad
trail
of
her
own
blood
,
and
one
of
her
male
colleagues
,
too
weak
to
escape
,
was
trying
to
prop
himself
up
against
the
wall
.
The
floor
was
slippery
under
him
and
he
kept
sliding
back
down
.
I
ignored
him
and
went
after
the
woman
.
She
stopped
when
she
heard
my
footsteps
,
twisted
her
head
to
look
round
and
then
began
to
crawl
again
,
frantically
.
I
stamped
a
foot
down
between
her
shoulders
to
make
her
stop
and
then
kicked
her
onto
her
back
.
We
looked
at
each
other
for
a
long
moment
while
I
remembered
her
impassive
face
as
she
had
put
me
under
the
night
before
.
I
lifted
the
blaster
for
her
to
see
.
"
Real
Death
,
"
I
said
,
and
pulled
the
trigger
.
I
walked
back
to
the
remaining
medic
who
had
seen
and
was
now
scrabbling
desperately
backwards
away
from
me
.
I
crouched
down
in
front
of
him
.
The
screaming
of
the
alarms
rose
and
fell
over
our
heads
like
lost
souls
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
he
moaned
as
I
pointed
the
blaster
at
his
face
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
I
only
work
here
.
"
"
Good
enough
,
"
I
told
him
.
