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I
stopped
,
turning
in
mid
-
step
,
and
he
dropped
his
gaze
again
,
muttering
something
to
the
dealers
.
The
neurachem
came
online
like
a
shiver
of
cold
water
inside
.
I
moved
across
the
space
to
the
car
,
and
the
sparse
conversation
between
the
three
men
dried
up
instantly
.
Hands
slid
into
pouches
and
pockets
.
Something
was
pushing
me
,
something
that
had
very
little
to
do
with
the
look
the
Mongol
had
given
me
.
Something
dark
that
had
spread
its
wings
on
the
low
-
key
misery
of
the
cabin
,
something
uncontrolled
that
Virginia
Vidaura
would
have
bawled
me
out
for
.
I
could
hear
Jimmy
de
Soto
whispering
in
my
ear
.
"
You
waiting
for
me
?
"
I
asked
the
Mongol
’
s
back
,
and
saw
how
the
muscles
in
it
tensed
.
Maybe
one
of
the
dealers
felt
it
coming
.
He
held
up
his
exposed
hand
in
a
placatory
gesture
.
"
Look
,
man
,
"
he
began
weakly
.
I
sliced
him
a
glance
out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
and
he
shut
up
.
"
I
said
—
"
That
was
when
it
all
came
apart
.
The
Mongol
pushed
himself
off
the
car
hood
with
a
roar
and
swatted
at
me
with
an
arm
the
size
of
a
ham
.
The
blow
never
landed
,
but
even
deflecting
it
,
I
staggered
back
a
pace
.
The
dealers
skinned
their
weapons
,
deadly
little
slabs
of
black
and
grey
metal
that
spat
and
yapped
in
the
rain
.
I
twisted
away
from
the
traceries
of
fire
,
using
the
Mongol
for
cover
,
and
shot
a
palm
heel
into
his
contorted
face
.
Bone
crunched
and
I
came
round
him
onto
the
car
while
the
dealers
were
still
trying
to
work
out
where
I
was
.
The
neurachem
made
their
movements
into
the
pouring
of
thick
honey
.
One
gun
-
filled
fist
came
tracking
towards
me
and
I
smashed
the
fingers
around
the
metal
with
a
sideflung
kick
.
The
owner
howled
,
and
the
edge
of
my
hand
cracked
into
the
other
dealer
’
s
temple
.
Both
men
reeled
off
the
car
,
one
still
moaning
,
the
other
insensible
or
dead
.
I
came
up
into
a
crouch
.
The
Mongol
took
off
,
running
.
I
vaulted
the
roof
of
the
ground
car
and
went
after
him
without
thinking
.
The
concrete
jarred
my
feet
as
I
landed
,
sent
splinters
of
pain
lancing
up
both
shins
,
but
the
neurachem
damped
it
down
instantly
and
I
was
only
a
dozen
metres
behind
.
I
threw
out
my
chest
and
sprinted
.
Ahead
of
me
,
the
Mongol
bounced
around
in
my
field
of
vision
like
a
combat
jet
trying
to
elude
pursuing
fire
.
For
a
man
of
his
size
,
he
was
remarkably
fast
,
flitting
between
the
marching
support
pillars
of
the
expressway
and
into
the
shadows
a
good
twenty
metres
ahead
now
.
I
put
on
speed
,
wincing
at
the
sharp
pains
in
my
chest
.
Rain
slapped
at
my
face
.
