"FWLS62" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

managed to kill her. Self defense. The red and whites could
reattach the arm and I'd be back to my old tricks in days.

Then she shot, blaster setting unchanged as the bolt burned
through my ribs. I fell backwards, most of me escaping through
the new gap. Much better; if you're going to do a job, you do it
all or none of it. I died knowing who I was, the happy little
sirens of the medics pulling up to my apartment building in
standard quick-response fashion, red and white lights flashing
away into the night sky.