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In
their
minds
,
they
were
fighting
over
her
.
She
held
her
face
high
in
the
instrument
glow
to
be
sure
Kinet
would
read
her
lips
,
said
:
“
You
mustn
’
t
disagree
.
”
They
drew
farther
apart
,
glanced
warily
at
each
other
.
“
Is
any
woman
worth
fighting
over
?
”
she
asked
.
By
uttering
the
words
,
by
being
there
,
she
made
herself
infinitely
worth
their
fighting
.
Paul
clamped
his
lips
tightly
closed
,
forced
himself
to
be
silent
.
There
had
been
the
one
chance
for
him
to
succeed
with
the
Voice
.
Now
—
everything
depended
on
his
mother
whose
experience
went
so
far
beyond
his
own
.
“
Yeah
,
”
Scarface
said
.
“
No
need
to
fight
over
.
.
.
.
”
His
hand
flashed
toward
the
pilot
’
s
neck
.
The
blow
was
met
by
a
splash
of
metal
that
caught
the
arm
and
in
the
same
motion
slammed
into
Kinet
’
s
chest
.
Scarface
groaned
,
sagged
backward
against
his
door
.
“
Thought
I
was
some
dummy
didn
’
t
know
that
trick
,
”
Czigo
said
.
He
brought
back
his
hand
,
revealing
the
knife
.
It
glittered
in
reflected
moonlight
.
“
Now
for
the
cub
,
”
he
said
and
leaned
toward
Paul
.
“
No
need
for
that
,
”
Jessica
murmured
.
