'You don't think I'm serious? Or are you just hoping the cops are going to show up and save your stack?' I fished the commandeered blaster out of my pocket left-handed and drew a careful bead on the dead security guard on the runway. The range was short and the beam torched his head off in a single explosion. The stench of charred flesh rolled across the room to us. Keeping one eye on Jerry, I played the beam around a little until I was sure I'd destroyed everything from the shoulders up, then snapped the weapon off and lowered it. Jerry stared at me over the table.