The body count’s total—if the second man’s not dead yet, there’s nothing anybody can do to save him. I hear screams and yells of alarm from the surrounding apartments, but nobody’s doing anything brainfragged like opening their own doors. Thank Ghu for small favors, but I know they’re just that. Around me there’s got to be a dozen fingers all punching in 911 on telecoms and cel phones, calling in the clans.