The woman was already bleeding out, she'd be gone in a matter of minutes on her own, but Omega would want more. He'd said as much and she obliged him.

Tex closed a hand over Meg's throat, the artery and airway both constricted in a mechanical press of grip. It wouldn't take long, had Meg been in top form it would only take three minutes, in her condition it would be less than one.

Tex leaned lower over her, the golden reflection of the face plate showing the woman her last unflattering moments and the fear and pain that etched in her face.

It was there! That last twitching spasm of self preservation, the body's attempt, no matter how in vain, to save itself.The blood flooded a little thicker and faster as a frantic heart struggled and then stilled. The tension in the body giving way to yielding softness. She had a boneless sort of relaxation and then the light in her eyes dimmed, the fragile thing that humans called life was extinguished.

"We can't move her, and there will be questions. We'll need to divert them." She spoke out loud as she thought to herself and to Omega.