Markov breathes a sigh of relief when the woman just...leaves. He takes his finger off the trigger and stares after her. [i]I couldn't figure out why he hadn't killed me. Maybe it had to do with the shadows. Maybe she was just insane.I don't think I'll ever know. I'm not sure I want to even now.[/i] The man sags back on the drenched ground, framed by dirty glass and oily rain water that carries too much red in it. There's barely a moment to rest, though, before his ears pick up the sound of sirens. He rises and slings the droid and everything over a servo-powered shoulder. He could sell the parts to make money. Markov hurries toward an alley, out of sight. [i]I had lived. I wasn't even sure why, or how. The authorities were coming, and while nothing in this city could come close to truly helping the grinning woman's victims, they could do a lot more than I could. In the mean time, I had figured out how to by more bullets. All I had to do with use the right sized screw driver.[/i] (( /End ))