Kurst’s men carried Hue, arms twisted, until they reached a room with a carpeted floor. They threw her down on it.
Hue groaned as she tried to pick herself up.
“Again, you come to bother me.”
That voice. “Kurst, you bitch,” Hue said.
Kurst lounged in an easy chair, a drink in one hand and a pistol in the other. “Me, a bitch?” she said, unctuously. “After you sneak into my home, heavily armed, bent on who knows what?”
“You know why I’m here,” Hue spat. “Don’t toy with me.”
“I know you trespassed on my property. That’s about to end,” Kurst said, raising the pistol.
“I’m backed up, Kurst,” said Hue. “Even if you kill me, I’ve got another body ready to go.”
“I know you have a backup,” said Kurst. “That’s what you said the last time.”
Kurst smiled, showing disarmingly perfect teeth. “Officer Hue. Always by the book. When was the last time you backed up? Right before coming here, of course. Tell me, what good are your saved memories if they don’t include the same trap you fall into, every time you assault my house?”
“You’ll never get away with this!”
“That’s what you said last time,” said Kurst, and pulled the trigger.
* * *
Far away, in a biolab, Hue opened her eyes. A nurse leant over her.
“Again?” Hue asked.
“Yep. That’s eleven now,” said the nurse.
“I need a different strategy,” said Hue.
“That’s what you said last time,” said the nurse.