Rose kept walking, talking while she did so. "No, ya won't," she said. "ya see, I got yer number, pal. You don't got it in ya ta kill a guy. Watch the life fade out of his eyes. Hear his death rattle."
Her heart was racing, but she forced herself to keep up a calm demeanor. If this backfired, if Joey got hurt in any way...
"Yer too nice a guy fer that. And nice guys? They finish last."
She brought up a hand, quicker than the eye could follow, firing her psi-beam at him.
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