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The
’
thopter
banked
over
the
southern
rim
of
the
Shield
Wall
,
and
Jessica
saw
a
moonshadowed
expanse
of
sand
beneath
them
.
“
This
oughta
be
far
enough
,
”
the
pilot
said
.
“
The
traitor
said
to
put
’
em
on
the
sand
anywhere
near
the
Shield
Wall
.
”
He
dipped
the
craft
toward
the
dunes
in
a
long
,
falling
stoop
,
brought
it
up
stiffly
over
the
desert
surface
.
Jessica
saw
Paul
begin
taking
the
rhythmic
breaths
of
the
calming
exercise
.
He
closed
his
eyes
,
opened
them
.
Jessica
stared
,
helpless
to
aid
him
.
He
hasn
’
t
mastered
the
Voice
yet
,
she
thought
,
if
he
fails
.
.
.
.
The
’
thopter
touched
sand
with
a
soft
lurch
,
and
Jessica
,
looking
north
back
across
the
Shield
Wall
,
saw
a
shadow
of
wings
settle
out
of
sight
up
there
.
Someone
’
s
following
us
!
she
thought
.
Who
?
Then
:
The
ones
the
Baron
set
to
watch
this
pair
.
And
there
’
ll
be
watchers
for
the
watchers
,
too
.
Czigo
shut
off
his
wing
rotors
.
Silence
flooded
in
upon
them
.
Jessica
turned
her
head
.
She
could
see
out
the
window
beyond
Scarface
a
dim
glow
of
light
from
a
rising
moon
,
a
frosted
rim
of
rock
rising
from
the
desert
.
Sandblast
ridges
streaked
its
sides
.
Paul
cleared
his
throat
.
The
pilot
said
:
“
Now
,
Kinet
?
”
