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"
Well
,
it
’
s
academic
.
We
can
’
t
leave
without
Suzy
.
"
I
heard
boot
heels
clicking
toward
us
.
Suzy
came
out
of
the
fog
,
tugging
her
own
mask
aside
.
"
No
joy
with
the
rune
monkeys
,
"
she
said
.
"
Nothing
they
were
selling
I
hadn
’
t
seen
a
million
times
before
.
Fucking
cowboys
.
"
"
It
doesn
’
t
matter
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
re
leaving
anyway
.
"
Ray
swore
.
I
pretended
I
hadn
’
t
heard
him
.
*
*
*
I
was
always
the
last
one
into
a
surge
tank
.
I
never
went
under
until
I
was
sure
we
were
about
to
get
the
green
light
.
It
gave
me
a
chance
to
check
things
over
.
Things
can
always
go
wrong
,
no
matter
how
good
the
crew
.
The
Blue
Goose
had
come
to
a
stop
near
the
AA
beacon
that
marked
the
surge
point
.
There
were
a
few
other
ships
ahead
of
us
in
the
queue
,
plus
the
usual
swarm
of
AA
service
craft
.
Through
an
observation
blister
I
was
able
to
watch
the
larger
ships
depart
one
by
one
.
Accelerating
at
maximum
power
,
they
seemed
to
streak
toward
a
completely
featureless
part
of
the
sky
.
Their
jibs
were
spread
wide
,
and
the
smooth
lines
of
their
hulls
were
gnarled
and
disfigured
with
the
cryptic
alien
runes
of
the
routing
syntax
.
At
twenty
gees
it
was
as
if
a
huge
invisible
hand
snatched
them
away
into
the
distance
.
Ninety
seconds
later
,
there
’
d
be
a
pale
green
flash
from
a
thousand
kilometres
away
.
I
twisted
around
in
the
blister
.
There
were
the
foreshortened
symbols
of
our
routing
syntax
.
Each
rune
of
the
script
was
formed
from
a
matrix
of
millions
of
hexagonal
platelets
.
The
platelets
were
on
motors
so
they
could
be
pushed
in
or
out
from
the
hull
.
