m there. I have no idea if he or she is even armed, so I don't want to take any chances.
The blur moves like she or he is about to stand up, so I run into the room as quickly as I can and grab a katana. Despite bracing myself, I'm not prepared for what I see next.
* * *
The figure dashes for the other katana, then leaps back to the other side of the room so we can properly study each other. I can see her clearly now, from her thermal imprint to the deep brown colour of the artificial eyes hidden behind her epicanthic folds. In every discernible way, she looks identical to me. She's even wearing the fleece, t-shirt and jeans I picked out this morning. Even more incredibly, she looks just as confused as I feel.
"Oh, that's just perfect," she says. "Did Mike send you?"
"What?" I don't take my eyes off her. Her face is serious; her poise calculated. She's ready to attack me without warning, just waiting to know for sure that I'm a threat. I nod, gesturing towards her. "
All this needed to be a 4-star (or better) story was to be longer. Everything gets off to a good start, stays interesting, then just kind of ends abruptly.
A technologically enhanced female killer finds her usefulness has come to and end - or has it?
There are some good ideas in this story, but their execution is somewhat amateur. For what it's worth, the mystery was somewhat exciting.
I little short but I enjoyed what there was of it.