"He was hanging on, I suppose, to make sure the others had received his
message and were safely destroyed. Lord, Lord, when you brought the
news and I realized the truth, I couldn't shoot fast enough. God knows
by how few seconds I may have beaten him to it."
Laszlo said, shakily, "At least, we'll have one to study." He bent
and put his fingers on the sticky fluid trickling out of the mangled
remains at the neck end of the headless body.
Not blood, but high-grade machine oil.