“You can’t win,” Gloria said to the man.
“Not while the best splicer I’ve ever seen has control of your synth limbs,” I added.
But Gonster didn’t listen. He continued to struggle, straining against the artificial limbs that now held him. I’ll admit I even admired his tenacity. It was the kind of stupid thing I would do. Even so, we didn’t have time to wait for him to settle down.
“Alright, Gloria,” I said, taking a couple of steps away from Gonster.
The soft report of a muffled gunshot marked Gloria’s reply and Gonster took a delivery round in the side. But amid his struggles, I’m not sure he even noticed. A few moments later his movements finally slowed, though I noted that even then he didn’t seem to be fully unconscious.
As Gloria took a step closer, I wondered if I shouldn’t put a
