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They
’
ll
hunt
you
down
and
feed
your
stacks
to
the
EMP
.
All
of
you
.
Then
your
families
,
then
your
business
associates
,
then
their
families
and
then
anyone
else
who
gets
in
the
way
.
By
the
time
they
’
ve
finished
you
won
’
t
even
be
a
memory
.
You
don
’
t
fuck
with
the
Corps
and
live
to
write
songs
about
it
.
They
’
ll
eradicate
you
.
"
It
was
a
colossal
bluff
.
The
Corps
and
I
had
not
been
on
speaking
terms
for
at
least
a
decade
of
my
subjective
lifeline
,
and
the
best
part
of
a
century
of
objective
time
.
But
throughout
the
Protectorate
the
Envoys
were
a
threat
that
could
be
dealt
across
the
table
to
anyone
up
to
and
including
a
planetary
President
with
the
same
assurance
that
small
children
in
Newpest
are
threatened
with
the
Patchwork
Man
.
"
It
was
my
understanding
,
"
said
the
woman
quietly
,
"
that
the
Envoy
Corps
were
banned
from
operations
on
Earth
unless
UN
mandated
.
Perhaps
you
have
as
much
to
lose
by
revelation
as
anyone
else
?
"
Mr
.
Bancroft
has
an
undeclared
influence
in
the
UN
Court
,
which
is
more
or
less
common
knowledge
.
Oumou
Prescott
’
s
words
came
back
to
me
,
and
I
leapt
to
parry
.
"
Perhaps
you
would
like
to
take
that
up
with
Laurens
Bancroft
and
the
UN
Court
,
"
I
suggested
,
folding
my
arms
.
The
woman
looked
at
me
for
a
while
.
The
wind
ruffled
my
hair
,
bringing
with
it
the
faint
rumble
of
the
city
.
Finally
,
she
said
,
"
You
are
aware
we
could
erase
your
stack
,
and
break
down
your
sleeve
into
pieces
so
small
there
would
be
no
trace
.
There
would
,
effectively
,
be
nothing
to
find
.
"
"
They
’
d
find
you
,
"
I
said
,
with
the
confidence
that
a
strand
of
truth
in
the
lie
provides
.
"
You
can
’
t
hide
from
the
Corps
.
They
’
ll
find
you
whatever
you
do
.
About
the
only
thing
you
can
hope
for
now
is
to
try
to
cut
a
deal
.
"
"
What
deal
?
"
she
asked
woodenly
.
In
the
fractions
of
a
second
before
I
spoke
,
my
mind
went
into
overdrive
,
measuring
the
tilt
and
power
of
every
syllable
chosen
before
it
was
launched
.
This
was
the
escape
window
.
There
wouldn
’
t
be
another
chance
.
