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The
gun
in
my
back
shoved
forward
more
sharply
,
but
unexpectedly
the
blond
seemed
to
relax
.
His
mouth
flexed
in
a
rictus
of
resignation
.
He
lowered
the
blaster
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
Deck
,
go
and
get
Oktai
.
"
Someone
at
my
back
slipped
out
of
the
cabin
.
The
blond
waved
his
gun
at
me
.
"
You
.
Sit
down
in
the
corner
.
"
His
tone
was
distracted
,
almost
casual
.
I
felt
the
gun
taken
out
of
my
back
and
moved
to
obey
.
As
I
settled
onto
the
satin
floor
,
I
weighed
the
odds
.
With
Deck
gone
,
there
were
still
three
of
them
.
The
blond
,
a
woman
in
what
looked
to
me
like
a
synthetic
Asian
-
skinned
sleeve
,
toting
the
second
particle
blaster
whose
imprint
I
could
still
feel
in
my
spine
,
and
a
large
black
man
whose
only
weapon
appeared
to
be
an
iron
pipe
.
Not
a
chance
.
These
were
not
the
street
sharks
I
’
d
faced
down
on
Nineteenth
Street
.
There
was
a
cold
embodied
purpose
about
them
,
a
kind
of
cheap
version
of
what
Kadmin
had
had
back
at
the
Hendrix
.
For
a
moment
I
looked
at
the
synthetic
woman
and
wondered
,
but
it
couldn
’
t
be
.
Even
if
he
’
d
somehow
managed
to
slip
the
charges
Kristin
Ortega
had
talked
about
and
got
himself
re
-
sleeved
.
Kadmin
was
on
the
inside
.
He
knew
who
had
hired
him
,
and
who
I
was
.
The
faces
peering
at
me
from
around
the
biocabin
,
on
their
own
admission
,
knew
nothing
.
Let
’
s
keep
it
that
way
.
My
gaze
crept
across
to
Louise
’
s
battered
sleeve
.
It
looked
as
if
they
had
cut
slits
in
the
skin
of
her
thighs
and
then
forced
the
wounds
apart
until
they
tore
.
Simple
,
crude
and
very
effective
.
They
would
have
made
her
watch
while
they
did
it
,
compounding
the
pain
with
terror
.
It
’
s
a
gut
-
swooping
experience
seeing
that
happen
to
your
body
.
On
Sharya
,
the
religious
police
used
it
a
lot
.
She
’
d
probably
need
psychosurgery
to
get
over
the
trauma
.
The
blond
saw
where
my
eyes
had
gone
and
offered
me
a
grim
nod
,
as
if
I
’
d
been
an
accomplice
to
the
act
.
"
Want
to
know
why
her
head
’
s
still
on
,
huh
?
"
I
looked
bleakly
across
the
room
at
him
.
"
No
.
You
look
like
a
busy
man
but
I
guess
you
’
ll
get
round
to
it
.
"
