You trail a figure in tattered rags as she stumbles through Spite. You step out, cosh raised. So do four rather larger colonists. The next few minutes are busy, and end in new bruises.
[…]A swift cosh to the back of the skull is all it takes. What's more, she's still ali— her chest is still moving.[…]You[…]place her in a voluminous carpet bag. It's awkward hauling the thing through the cloisters, but you expect to be well paid.
