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"
No
problem
.
Coastal
’
s
running
light
tonight
and
—
"
One
of
the
medics
slammed
the
door
shut
on
me
and
the
solid
clunk
at
max
amplification
nearly
blew
my
eardrums
.
I
sat
in
silence
,
recovering
,
until
the
woman
and
the
machine
pistoleer
opened
the
doors
on
the
other
side
and
climbed
in
next
to
me
.
"
Close
your
eyes
,
"
the
woman
said
,
producing
my
bandanna
.
"
I
’
m
going
blindfold
you
for
a
few
minutes
.
If
we
do
let
you
go
,
these
guys
aren
’
t
going
to
want
you
knowing
where
to
find
them
.
"
I
looked
around
at
the
windows
.
"
These
look
polarised
to
me
anyway
.
"
"
Yeah
,
but
no
telling
how
good
that
neurachem
is
,
huh
?
Now
hold
still
.
"
She
knotted
the
red
cloth
with
practised
efficiency
and
spread
it
a
little
to
cover
my
whole
field
of
vision
.
I
settled
back
in
the
seat
.
"
Couple
of
minutes
.
You
just
sit
quiet
and
no
peeking
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
when
.
"
The
car
boosted
up
and
presumably
out
because
I
heard
the
drumming
of
rain
against
the
bodywork
.
There
was
a
faint
smell
of
leather
from
the
upholstery
,
which
beat
the
odour
of
faeces
on
the
inbound
journey
,
and
the
seat
I
was
in
moulded
itself
supportively
to
my
form
.
I
seemed
to
have
moved
up
in
the
order
of
things
.
Strictly
temporary
,
man
.
I
smiled
faintly
as
Jimmy
’
s
voice
echoed
in
the
back
of
my
skull
.
He
was
right
.
A
couple
of
things
were
clear
about
whoever
we
were
going
to
see
.
This
was
someone
who
didn
’
t
want
to
come
to
the
clinic
,
who
didn
’
t
even
want
to
be
seen
near
it
.
That
bespoke
respectability
,
and
with
it
power
,
the
power
to
access
off
-
world
data
.
Pretty
soon
they
were
going
to
know
that
the
Envoy
Corps
was
an
empty
threat
,
and
very
shortly
after
that
I
was
going
to
be
dead
.
Really
dead
.
