Raman retracts the claws of his snapblades into his forearm mount and gets up 
onto his feet. There can be little doubt that the blood-drenched form on the 
floor is Striper. She wears her signature red and black paint and synthleather 
clothing. The gory wound stretching from near-hip to shoulder makes her 
condition clear. Raman has seen many such wounds. A DocWagon emergency response 
team would not be able to revive Striper now. The damage his claws have 
inflicted is too extensive, too vicious. Striper is dead. His work is complete.