— Isaac Asimov“I can tell you,” said the faint voice. He never did. Bayta, face frozen white, lifted her blaster and shot, with an echoing clap of noise. From the waist upward, Mis was not, and a ragged hole was in the wall behind. From numb fingers, Bayta’s blaster dropped to the floor.
Replicated under Fair Use from Foundation and Empire by Isaac Asimov.