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"
What
the
fuck
are
you
waiting
for
?
"
she
enquired
acidly
of
Trepp
.
"
Shoot
this
piece
of
shit
,
will
you
?
"
Her
voice
died
on
the
last
word
as
she
saw
the
truth
in
Trepp
’
s
face
an
instant
before
the
pale
woman
went
for
her
holstered
stungun
.
Maybe
it
was
a
truth
that
was
only
dawning
on
Trepp
herself
at
that
moment
,
because
she
was
slow
.
Kawahara
dropped
the
pliers
,
cleared
both
shard
gun
and
stunner
from
her
belt
with
a
snap
and
levelled
them
before
Trepp
’
s
weapon
was
even
halfway
out
of
the
holster
.
"
You
traitorous
fucking
cunt
,
"
Kawahara
spat
out
wonderingly
,
her
voice
suddenly
streaked
through
with
a
coarse
accent
I
had
never
heard
before
.
"
You
knew
he
was
coming
round
,
didn
’
t
you
?
You
’
re
fucking
dead
,
bitch
.
"
I
staggered
upright
and
lurched
into
Kawahara
just
as
she
pulled
the
triggers
.
I
heard
both
weapons
discharge
,
the
almost
supra
-
aural
whine
of
the
shard
gun
and
the
sharp
electrical
splatter
of
the
stunner
.
Through
the
fogged
vision
in
the
corner
of
one
eye
,
I
saw
Trepp
make
a
desperate
bid
to
complete
her
draw
and
not
even
come
close
.
She
went
down
,
face
almost
comically
surprised
.
At
the
same
time
my
shoulder
smashed
into
Kawahara
and
we
stumbled
back
towards
the
slope
of
the
windows
.
She
tried
to
shoot
me
but
I
flailed
the
guns
aside
with
my
arms
and
tripped
her
.
She
hooked
at
me
with
her
injured
arm
and
we
both
went
down
on
the
angled
glass
.
The
stunner
was
gone
,
skittering
across
the
floor
,
but
she
’
d
managed
to
hang
on
to
the
shard
gun
.
It
swung
round
at
me
and
I
batted
it
down
clumsily
.
My
other
hand
punched
at
Kawahara
’
s
head
,
missed
and
bounced
off
her
shoulder
.
She
grinned
fiercely
and
headbutted
me
in
the
face
.
My
nose
broke
with
a
sensation
like
biting
into
celery
and
blood
flooded
down
over
my
mouth
.
From
somewhere
I
suffered
an
insane
desire
to
taste
it
.
Then
Kawahara
was
on
me
,
twisting
me
back
against
the
glass
and
punching
solidly
into
my
body
.
I
blocked
one
or
two
of
the
punches
,
but
the
strength
was
puddling
out
of
me
and
the
muscles
in
my
arms
were
losing
interest
.
Things
started
to
go
numb
inside
.
Above
me
Kawahara
’
s
face
registered
a
savage
triumph
as
she
saw
that
the
fight
was
over
.
She
hit
me
once
more
,
with
great
care
,
in
the
groin
.
I
convulsed
and
slid
down
the
glass
into
a
sprawled
heap
on
the
floor
.
"
That
ought
to
hold
you
,
sport
,
"
she
grated
,
and
jerked
herself
back
to
her
feet
,
breathing
heavily
.
Beneath
the
barely
disarrayed
elegance
of
her
hair
,
I
suddenly
saw
the
face
that
this
new
accent
belonged
to
.
The
brutal
satisfaction
in
that
face
was
what
her
victims
in
Fission
City
must
have
seen
as
she
made
them
drink
from
the
dull
grey
flask
of
the
water
carrier
.
"
You
just
lie
there
for
a
moment
.
"
My
body
told
me
that
I
didn
’
t
have
any
other
option
.
I
felt
drenched
in
damage
,
sinking
fast
under
the
weight
of
the
chemicals
silting
up
my
system
and
the
shivering
neural
invasion
of
the
stun
bolt
.
I
tried
to
lift
one
arm
and
it
flopped
back
down
like
a
fish
with
a
kilo
of
lead
in
its
guts
.
Kawahara
saw
it
happen
and
grinned
.
"
Yeah
,
that
’
ll
do
nicely
,
"
she
said
and
looked
absently
down
at
her
own
left
arm
,
where
blood
was
trickling
from
the
rent
in
her
blouse
.
"
You
’
re
going
to
fucking
pay
for
that
,
Kovacs
.
"
