The young woman rolled into a crouch, slammed a new magazine
into her pistol and took aim at the first VI. Tee was
already reloading. The VI recovered and charged at Tark
and Zyra. They franticly reloaded their weapons, but the
young woman fired first. Two successive shots, sending
the VI into oblivion. Springing to her feet, she tossed
her gun into the air, caught it, spun it on her finger
like a Wild West gunslinger and dropped it into the holster
on her belt.
‘Nice,’ Tark said to himself, as he watched
her stride across the factory floor towards Tee, her long
legs crossing the distance quickly. ‘Oh, yeah. Very
nice.’
