She gives up on the chest; her true programming takes over. She is an E type. She is an executor. She won’t allow her kin to suffer a shut down if she has to miss and miss and shoot for the knee and have them hurt more. Call it mercy. Call it hardwiring.

2B clicks her teeth together and lets loose. She aims for the head. One shot was all it took.

She wished she could stop, sometimes, but she lies to herself for comfort: it’s necessary to get through.

Any cover that Murderbot needs, 2B gives it. It knows how to navigate much better than her, but— it’s at the expense of the memory of the infected SecUnits.