TWENTY-NINE
A BRILLIANT LIGHT, WHITE BUT SHADED
with electrically searing orange and blue, burst from
the end of the laser cannon in a beam of concentrated
fury. Arcs of heat and light stormed over the body of
the cannon like miniature bolts of lightning, and the
laser found the once-Nemesis's writhing, pulsating
body and began to eat.
The creature that had once been the pride of Umbrella's
development section whined and thrashed,
flailing its multiple limbs in a frenzy of agonized
confusion. The tight beam of light bored into its
flesh, as-relentless as it had proved, melting layers of
tissue and soldering harder materials - bone and cartilage
and pliable metal - into fused and useless
lumps.
The creature began to smolder, then smoke, and
as the brain stem inside of it withered and cooked,
the Nemesis ceased to exist, its program wiped, its
improbable heart finally bursting silently, deep inside.
A few seconds later, the cannon overheated and shut
itself down.
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