"Ouch!" One of the light beams brushed her arm. Even through the dulling effects of the Mindease, she felt it burn. A bright red line now creased the inside of her wrist. She jerked her arm back, afraid the burning light would catch it again, but the man had already stopped flopping and lay still, his head to one side. The beams now focused on the wall beside her, slowly charring the cement. Still giggling, Pita experimentally held the hardcopy she’d pulled from his pocket in the path of the beam and watched it burst into flame.