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"
She
gestured
at
the
holograph
display
floating
above
the
desktop
,
where
representations
of
the
files
I
was
accessing
tumbled
in
cool
shades
of
blue
and
green
.
"
This
is
what
we
call
the
R
&
R
stack
.
Rabid
and
Rambling
.
Actually
,
these
guys
are
mostly
too
far
gone
to
be
any
real
threat
,
but
it
’
s
not
nice
,
knowing
they
’
re
out
there
.
"
"
Ortega
bring
any
of
them
in
?
"
"
It
’
s
not
her
department
.
The
Transmission
Felony
Division
catches
a
few
every
now
and
then
,
when
we
squawk
loudly
enough
about
it
,
but
dissemination
technology
being
the
way
it
is
,
it
’
s
like
trying
to
throw
a
net
over
smoke
.
And
even
when
you
do
catch
them
,
the
worst
they
’
ll
get
is
a
few
months
in
storage
.
It
’
s
a
waste
of
time
.
We
mostly
just
sit
on
this
stuff
until
Bancroft
says
we
can
delete
it
.
"
"
And
nothing
new
in
the
last
six
months
?
"
Prescott
shrugged
.
"
The
religious
lunatics
,
maybe
.
Some
increased
traffic
from
the
Catholics
on
Resolution
653
.
Mr
.
Bancroft
has
an
undeclared
influence
in
the
UN
Court
,
which
is
more
or
less
common
knowledge
.
Oh
,
and
some
Martian
archaeological
sect
has
been
screaming
about
that
Songspire
he
keeps
in
his
hall
.
Apparently
last
month
was
the
anniversary
of
their
founder
’
s
martyrdom
by
leaky
pressure
suit
.
But
none
of
these
people
have
the
wherewithal
to
crack
the
perimeter
defences
at
Suntouch
House
.
"
I
tilted
my
chair
back
and
stared
up
at
the
ceiling
.
A
flight
of
grey
birds
angled
overhead
in
a
southward
pointing
chevron
.
Their
voices
were
faintly
audible
,
honking
to
each
other
.
Prescott
’
s
office
was
environment
-
formatted
,
all
six
internal
surfaces
projecting
virtual
images
.
Currently
,
her
grey
metal
desk
was
incongruously
positioned
halfway
down
a
sloping
meadow
on
which
the
sun
was
beginning
to
decline
,
complete
with
a
small
herd
of
cattle
in
the
distance
and
occasional
birdsong
.
The
image
resolution
was
some
of
the
best
I
’
d
seen
.
"
Prescott
,
what
can
you
tell
me
about
Leila
Begin
?
"
The
silence
that
ensued
pulled
my
eyes
back
down
to
ground
level
.
Oumou
Prescott
was
staring
off
into
a
corner
of
the
field
.
"
I
suppose
Kristin
Ortega
gave
you
that
name
,
"
she
said
slowly
.
