A millisecond later the air about them started to fry again, as bolt after bolt of Kill-O-Zap hurled itself into the computer bank in front of them. The fusillade continued for several seconds at unbearable intensity. When it stopped, there were a few seconds of near-quietness as the echoes died away. “You still there?” called one of the cops. “Yes,” they called back. “We didn’t enjoy doing that at all,” shouted the other cop. “We could tell,” shouted Ford.
