“Heh heh, yeah, that would be me,” Josh said.

The Milano stood over Silverfox’s fire-blackened form, shook his head, and clucked sadly. “She’s going to need some major bodywork. If that thing can even be fixed. Sheesh, I keep telling her, watch for boobytraps, but noooo, she is invincible!” He chuckled. “Well, a couple of weeks in the ‘loaner’ should teach her to be more careful.”

“The…’loaner’?” Josh asked.

The automech chuckled. “Heh heh, yeah. We have a number of spare bodies back at the base for use during repairs, but there’s a special one we reserve for people who specially ‘deserve’ it. Nothing really wrong with it, technically speaking, but it’s ugly as sin.”

“Heh,” Josh said.

The Hispanic woman was looking around the neighborhood, shivering. “God, this sucks. Takes me back, and not in a good way.”

“Takes you back?” Josh asked.

“I used to live in a neighborhood that got raided just like this one.”

“But at least you got away, right?”

The woman shook her head. “No, actually—I didn’t.”