Sewers

Into the sewers she sought sanctuary. Calm of flowing water. Neutralized air from carbon filters. Faded light from dispersed lamps. A temporary place to hide and think. She was no pilot but she didn't need to be. The megabunker ships were smart enough to fly themselves. She just needed to steal the right one. Sudden movement and a female voice echoed in the tunnel.

"I thought you might come down here. Everyone is looking for you. They even woke up one of the synthetics," said Tara.
Vasquez switched the lever on her rifle from safe to single shot.
"You killed my brother."
She moved the lever from single to three-round burst.
"Now I'm going to kill you."
She set the gun to full automatic.
Tara turned the corner and Vasquez shot her. Fulminated mercury-tipped bullets
cut her in half like some horrific illusionist mirage. A desert sand-colored .45 caliber pistol dropped from her hand.
"I am sorry," said Vasquez. She picked up the pistol and watched Tara's body float in sections down the sewer drainfall.