Death was something you had to contemplate in this line of work if you had any sense. Would it sound like electricity? Like a lab experiment gone wrong? Maybe the bubbling of some caustic chemical turning to deadly mist because I’d been sloppy about how I handled it? The splorching sound of a sentient blob closing in around me? Or would it be the sonic boom of some superpowered hero misjudging a hit, or hitting me just as I was vulnerable because my systems were down, and turning my insides into mush?
