She could hear the whine of the repulsors before she saw the running man. Where the young fool thought he was going, stolen purse still in hand, she couldn’t say: but he was giving it his best shot.
The NForceBots shot up the street after him; had there been no pedestrians to avoid, they surely would have had him already. Finally one was close enough for a clean shot, and the familiar blue beam reached out and transfixed the runner.
The purse dropped, unharmed, to the sidewalk; one of the ‘Bots swooped in and sucked it up into its undercarriage.