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"
On
your
call
,
"
she
repeated
.
"
Now
,
"
he
snapped
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
follow
.
Jimmy
was
swinging
the
Sunjet
as
the
word
left
his
mouth
,
and
in
approved
firefight
fashion
,
he
cut
the
charge
loose
before
the
barrel
even
reached
the
horizontal
.
The
air
filled
with
the
particle
thrower
’
s
characteristic
angry
crackle
.
The
beam
licked
out
.
Virginia
Vidaura
was
not
there
.
Somehow
she
had
judged
the
angle
of
the
beam
to
perfection
,
and
ducked
away
from
it
.
Somehow
else
,
she
had
closed
the
five
-
metre
gap
by
half
and
the
jacket
in
her
right
hand
was
in
motion
.
It
wrapped
around
the
barrel
of
the
Sunjet
and
jerked
the
weapon
aside
.
She
was
on
Jimmy
before
he
realised
what
had
happened
,
batting
the
particle
thrower
away
across
the
training
room
floor
,
tripping
and
tumbling
him
and
bringing
the
heel
of
one
palm
gently
to
rest
under
his
nose
.
The
moment
stretched
and
then
broke
as
the
man
next
to
me
pursed
his
lips
and
blew
out
a
long
,
low
whistle
.
Virginia
Vidaura
bowed
her
head
slightly
in
the
direction
of
the
sound
,
then
bounced
to
her
feet
and
helped
Jimmy
up
.
"
A
weapon
is
a
tool
,
"
she
repeated
,
a
little
breathlessly
.
"
A
tool
for
killing
and
destroying
.
And
there
will
be
times
when
,
as
an
Envoy
,
you
must
kill
and
destroy
.
Then
you
will
choose
and
equip
yourself
with
the
tools
that
you
need
.
But
remember
the
weakness
of
weapons
.
They
are
an
extension
—
you
are
the
killer
and
destroyer
.
You
are
whole
,
with
or
without
them
.
"
Shrugging
his
way
into
the
Inuit
jacket
,
he
met
his
own
eyes
in
the
mirror
once
more
.
The
face
he
saw
looking
back
was
no
more
expressive
than
the
mandroid
at
Larkin
&
Green
.
He
stared
impassively
at
it
for
a
moment
,
then
lifted
one
hand
to
rub
at
the
scar
under
the
left
eye
.
A
final
glance
up
and
down
and
I
left
the
room
with
the
sudden
cold
resurgence
of
control
flooding
through
my
nerves
.
Riding
down
in
the
elevator
,
away
from
the
mirror
,
I
forced
a
grin
.
Got
the
frags
,
Virginia
.
Breathe
,
she
said
.
Move
.
Control
.
And
we
went
out
into
the
street
.
The
Hendrix
offered
me
a
courteous
good
evening
as
I
stepped
through
the
main
doors
,
and
across
the
street
my
tail
emerged
from
a
tea
-
house
and
drifted
along
parallel
to
me
.
I
walked
for
a
couple
of
blocks
,
getting
the
feel
of
the
evening
and
wondering
whether
to
lose
him
.
The
half
-
hearted
sunlight
had
persisted
for
most
of
the
day
and
the
sky
was
more
or
less
unclouded
,
but
it
still
wasn
’
t
warm
.
According
to
a
map
I
’
d
called
up
from
the
Hendrix
,
Licktown
was
a
good
dozen
and
a
half
blocks
south
.
I
paused
on
a
corner
,
signalled
an
autocab
down
from
the
prowl
lane
above
and
saw
my
tail
doing
the
same
as
I
climbed
aboard
.
