“Kill her,” flashed the terminal.
Kathy looked behind her. There was a woman using a terminal, on the other side of the room. Quite tall, but delicate looking. Slender arms and legs. Her thin dress seemed to hang of her bones. Easy mark.
Kathy turned back to the terminal. “Kill her.”
A shadow loomed up behind her, as a slender arm bought a hammer down upon the back of Kathy’s head.
“As you ask,” said the slender woman to her terminal.