"FWLS41" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

pointing at the debris that used to be my ship.

I grabbed him by the neck from behind and pulled him out of
his chair. He stopped laughing. I beat his head against the
wall, screaming obscenities, thoroughly pissed off at this fool,
wanting to crush him, to finish him like he tried to finish me...

His blood dripped down the duraplast walls, a few loose
teeth clattering to the floor. He twitched a bit.

I held him like that, in the air, his abused form hanging
from my arms. Arms that had never to this day caused any more
harm than a calm night's sleep.

"No," I said calmly, dropping him to the ground. "I'm not
going to be like you."

I didn't bother to listen to him as I pulled out my trusty
stun gun and shot him. He collapsed, out cold, but alive.

I slapped myself mentally for reducing my mind to a state
like his, a blood-crazed state. I have never killed a man and
planned not to begin that day, even if the rules have changed out
there. Space has always been a nasty place, and just because
it's gotten nastier doesn't mean I have to too.

Casually depositing him in the ship's one bunk sleeper, I
pulled off my vac suit. I made a check on the cargo... it was
there, all of it and more. Enough to get a new ship, the one I
had wanted.

I set a course for Port Hades. Ookie could hock this stuff
for a pretty penny, and I could sell this ship for a few more.
As for him... he'll have a quick dentist appointment and be on
the next shuttle to Terran space. Except I'm going to be really
nasty to him and NOT give him a mint for his troubles.