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"
Thank
you
sir
.
"
I
heard
the
voice
of
the
hotel
through
a
roaring
in
my
head
.
"
Your
account
is
being
processed
.
"
I
tried
to
get
up
and
got
a
second
boot
in
the
ribs
for
the
trouble
.
Blood
dripped
from
my
nose
onto
the
carpet
.
The
barrel
of
the
gun
ground
into
my
neck
.
"
That
wasn
’
t
smart
,
Kovacs
.
"
The
voice
was
marginally
less
calm
.
"
If
you
think
the
cops
are
going
to
trace
us
where
you
’
re
going
,
then
the
stack
must
have
fucked
your
brain
.
Now
get
up
!
"
He
was
pulling
me
to
my
feet
when
the
thunder
cut
loose
.
Why
someone
had
seen
fit
to
equip
the
Hendrix
’
s
security
systems
with
twenty
-
millimetre
automatic
cannon
was
beyond
me
,
but
they
did
the
job
with
devastating
totality
Out
of
the
corner
of
one
eye
I
glimpsed
the
twin
-
mounted
autoturret
come
snaking
down
from
the
ceiling
just
a
moment
before
it
channelled
a
three
-
second
burst
of
fire
through
my
primary
assailant
.
Enough
firepower
to
bring
down
a
small
aircraft
.
The
noise
was
deafening
.
The
masked
woman
ran
for
the
doors
,
and
with
the
echoes
of
fire
still
hammering
in
my
ears
I
saw
the
turret
swivel
to
follow
.
She
made
about
a
dozen
paces
through
the
gloom
before
a
prism
of
ruby
laser
light
dappled
across
her
back
and
a
fresh
fusillade
exploded
in
the
confines
of
the
lobby
.
I
clapped
both
hands
over
my
ears
,
still
on
my
knees
,
and
the
shells
punched
through
her
.
She
went
over
in
a
graceless
tangle
of
limbs
.
The
firing
stopped
.
In
the
cordite
reeking
quiet
that
followed
,
nothing
moved
.
The
autoturret
had
gone
dormant
,
barrels
slanting
at
a
downward
angle
,
smoke
coiling
from
the
breeches
.
I
unclasped
my
hands
from
my
ears
and
climbed
to
my
feet
,
pressing
gingerly
on
my
nose
and
face
to
ascertain
the
extent
of
the
damage
done
.
The
bleeding
seemed
to
be
slowing
down
and
though
there
were
cuts
in
my
mouth
I
couldn
’
t
find
any
loosened
teeth
.
My
ribs
hurt
where
the
second
kick
had
hit
me
,
but
it
didn
’
t
feel
as
if
anything
was
broken
.
I
glanced
over
at
the
nearest
corpse
,
and
wished
I
hadn
’
t
.
Someone
was
going
to
have
to
get
a
mop
.
To
my
left
an
elevator
door
opened
with
a
faint
chime
.
