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had time to leap aside. The gatling fire tore through the hangar and ripped open the bulkhead.
    An anti-breach seal slammed down over the entrance as the hangar compartment explosively decompressed. The shuttle and its contents weren't affected, despite the open ramp, nor was the ATLAS. But some barrels and other loose items in the hangar were sucked through the rip. I was safe in the pressurized environment of my jumpsuit of course, just as Mao Sing Ming was safe in his ATLAS cockpit.
    I sealed the ramp and activated the shuttle's vertical jets, lifting off. I swiveled the shuttle along the yaw axis, firing the gatlings the whole time. My guns trailed the ATLAS, which was basically circling me. Bloody mech could move fast when it had the room.
    Abruptly the shuttle slammed into the concave overhead of the hangar. I hadn't been paying attention and had risen too far. I lowered the shuttle, pitched its nose downward, and swiveled further on the yaw axis, trying to aim ahead of the ever-moving ATLAS. I realized what he was doing now. Those orbits he was making around the shuttle were tightening with each pass. Mao Sing Ming was moving in for the kill.
    I fired off a rocket. I missed, blowing a large hole in the hangar bulkhead.
    The ATLAS leaped right at me —
    I applied full forward thrust, passing through the gaping hole I'd just made. I heard the edges of the hole scrape against my ship. It sounded a little like the scraping of nails down a blackboard.
    The instant I emerged from the base's artificial gravity field, the shuttle shot forward. Too much thrust. I cut way back on the throttle and started to turn the shuttle around.
    A warning klaxon sounded. One of the engines was on fire.
    That's when I saw a blurry metallic line streaming past from behind me.
    Mao Sing Ming was firing his own gatling guns.
    I tried to steer away from that deadly line of steel, but I'd basically lost control. The craft was spinning away from the asteroid. I was about to eject when something smashed into the shuttle and the vessel plunged back toward the surface. I saw a large metal hand wrapped around one wing.
    Mao Sing Ming wasn't going to let me get away so easily.
    Probably wasn't a good idea to eject just yet. A man in a jumpsuit in open space, equipped only with a cheap privateer rifle, versus a fully armed ATLAS.
    Not good odds.
    He could have destroyed me back there. I was defenseless, spinning away in a disabled shuttled. But he wanted to toy with me. Wanted to rip my wings off one by one.
    I was going to stay inside the shuttle as long as possible.
    He continued to apply the ATLAS jumpjets, forcing the craft toward the surface. The shuttle crashed into the asteroid a few seconds later.
    I felt a terrible jar as the cockpit depressurized and crumpled around me.
    I was in darkness.
    The red emergency lights activated.
    At least the warning klaxon shut off.
    I undid my seatbelt and launched myself into the air just as the cockpit windows smashed in and a large metal hand reached inside. I floated toward the back of the downed shuttle thanks to the low G, and went past the toppled fuel canisters toward the exit ramp. I tried the manual release.
    Jammed.
    The ATLAS directed one of its gatling guns inside and pointed it right at me. And then I saw him there, Mao Sing Ming, sitting pretty in his cockpit before the smashed shuttle window, wild feral smile on his face, silver teeth glistening in the emergency lights. I was pretty sure that was the last image I would have in this life.
    What a way to go.
    Then a small circular hole appeared in the mech's cockpit glass. The inner atmosphere gushed out, misting ever so slightly.
    Mao Sing Ming slumped in the cockpit.
    I edged toward him.
    Abruptly the chest cavity of the ATLAS opened up and Mao Sing Ming ejected, launching himself toward me and into the shuttle. He was protected from the ravages of space by a gray jumpsuit. SK make. There was a small hole in it, near (I thought) his solar plexus,