You want to wait around? Suffocation’s slow but it’ll put you to sleep before the end. The idea wasn’t appealing. She reached under her seat to where she’d stowed her sidearm—the custom KD-30 with its acid-packed rounds—and nudged the barrel with her fingertip. It was there if she needed it, but the thought of her brain dissolving into organic mush was no more appealing than suffocation. Possibly more painful, too.
