I try to draw but she snatches the gun and crushes it. Ah shit.

She moves like lighting, ripping the air with her razor claws. I hurl myself down and she eviscerates Fellsworth's wall. She's fast as hell and trained to use it as well as any ninja, but she doesn't know how to fight on the streets and she's made a fatal error. She's let me get under her gaurd.

I springload a booted foot kick upwards, landing thick hobnails right in her crotch. Dames like to go on about how getting kicked in the goods doesn't hurt 'em, but it doesn't hold in practice.

Except this dame's got a reinforced titanium skeleton, corded steel muscles, and blood made of battery acid. She doesn't even flinch; hurls herself at me on the ground. If I let myself be held I'm done for. I clutch desperately, hand closing on something cold and hard--a doorstop in the shape of a pink rabbit--and as she comes down I bash the thing across her face.

I think it's more shock that I managed to hit her than actual pain that slows her down. Hell, she's not used to getting hit in a fair brawl, cyborg or not. It gives me time to leap over the couch and tumble headlong through a door, ripping out the top hinge. Bathroom. I hurl myself at the shower, smash the head so its pointing at the door, crank the pressure dial to full blast. Then I fall back against the sink, stumble against a little pink radio with, you guess it, a rabbit on the front. Old fashioned thing--not even wireless.

She steps into the room slowly, water cascading over her, dripping down her coffee skin, making her clothes cling tight to her perfect form. The blood on her temple from where I struck her dissapears in the torrent. She steps out, puddle forming around her, and this time I can see anger boiling behind her calculated smile.

"Hey baby," I say. "Looked like you needed it. Help clean up the lies."

"You're a fool, Jack Fenix. A dead fool."

"There's exactly one reason why you're wrong there."

"I seriously doubt that."

"I'm not the one standing in a conductive deathtrap, bitch." I hurl the radio into the puddle.

Her body doesn't quite admit it's dead, and I have to use both hands to pry her steaming hands from my neck.

I walk out to find Fellsworth, maybe he has another dose hidden somewhere. But when I find him he's just staring, staring right up at the sky, and shake him as much as I like he doesn't get up. Another coughing fit takes me and I topple to all fours with its ferocity, hacking and gasping ragged breaths. Out the window I see a holo-sign floating by.

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