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Where
are
you
going
,
Tak
?
To
do
some
damage
.
The
Hendrix
hadn
’
t
been
able
to
give
me
anything
on
the
clinic
I
’
d
been
taken
to
.
From
Deek
’
s
promise
to
the
Mongolian
to
bring
a
disc
of
my
torture
right
back
across
,
I
supposed
that
the
place
had
to
be
on
the
other
side
of
the
Bay
,
probably
in
Oakland
,
but
that
in
itself
wasn
’
t
much
help
,
even
for
an
AI
.
The
whole
Bay
area
appeared
to
be
suffused
with
illegal
biotech
activity
.
I
was
going
to
have
to
retrace
my
steps
the
hard
way
.
Jerry
’
s
Closed
Quarters
.
Here
the
Hendrix
had
been
more
helpful
.
After
a
brief
skirmish
with
some
low
-
grade
counter
-
intrusion
systems
,
it
laid
out
the
biocabin
club
’
s
entrails
for
me
on
the
screen
in
my
room
.
Floor
plan
,
security
staffing
,
timetables
and
shifts
.
I
slammed
through
it
in
seconds
,
fuelled
by
the
latent
rage
from
my
interrogation
.
With
the
sky
beginning
to
pale
in
the
window
behind
me
,
I
fitted
the
Nemex
and
the
Philips
gun
in
their
holsters
,
strapped
on
the
Tebbit
knife
,
and
went
out
to
do
some
interrogating
of
my
own
.
I
’
d
seen
no
sign
of
my
tail
when
I
let
myself
into
the
hotel
,
and
he
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
around
when
I
left
either
.
Lucky
for
him
,
I
guess
.
Jerry
’
s
Closed
Quarters
by
dawn
light
.
What
little
cheap
erotic
mystique
had
clung
to
the
place
by
night
was
gone
now
.
The
neon
and
holosigns
were
bleached
out
,
pinned
on
the
building
like
a
garish
brooch
on
an
old
gown
.
I
looked
bleakly
at
the
dancing
girl
,
still
trapped
in
the
cocktail
glass
,
and
thought
of
Louise
,
alias
Anenome
,
tortured
to
a
death
her
religion
would
not
let
her
come
back
from
.
Make
it
personal
.
The
Nemex
was
in
my
right
hand
like
a
decision
taken
.
As
I
walked
towards
the
club
,
I
worked
the
slide
action
on
it
and
the
metallic
snap
was
loud
in
the
quiet
morning
air
.
A
slow
,
cold
fury
was
beginning
to
fill
me
up
now
.
