Blood Jets Up To The Ceiling
emptied- jets
- nameplate
- within the system
Blood jets up to the ceiling from Daggart’s neck-stump, swamping the desk blotter and sweeping the nameplate to the floor, and then, emptied at last, his torso slumps back in the swivel chair as if wearied of exsanguination.
“Well,” thinks Maurice as he wipes his blade, “so much for working within the system.”