In the end

[robinbloke]

Sean ducked behind a spire of pockmarked concrete as the whine of lasers burnt the air past him. He was a gunrat, trained to destroy cyberoids and any so-called thinking machine, but now he was trapped, and wounded; most likely surrounded.
He touched his hand to his side to check his wound; he wasn't bleeding, his fingers found only wires and damaged panelling. No flesh, no bone.
He paused and looked up, the sun was shining faintly through the clouds above.
The last thing he heard was the click from his laser's trigger as he put it to his head.

Comments

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Nice!
Another one of your 100 word stories? How many have you got now?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Yep, a rather pathetic 12 so far.