There was a series of snapping after that, bones broken in a systematic efficiency. Arms, legs, a single finger snapped a rib and worked up through more of them. She could have killed her clean and easy without even having to be near her, the sniper rifle would have allowed her to take a shot from anywhere.

But Omega liked things personal, just like on Sidewinder, he enjoyed the hands on approach, and oh how they were using that now. But there wouldn't be much more time before someone came along, she checked her internal readings and determined they might have another five minutes before things entered into an unacceptable risk margin.

"Any requests?" It wasn't to Meg, it was to Omega, she was giving him the chance to decide how this would end.