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"
Are
you
fucking
crazy
,
Ryker
?
Stop
it
!
You
can
’
t
—
"
I
jerked
the
Nemex
barrel
at
him
and
either
that
or
something
in
my
face
shut
him
up
.
Nothing
stirred
behind
the
curtains
at
the
end
of
the
runway
,
nothing
behind
the
bar
.
The
doors
stayed
closed
.
Crossing
the
remaining
distance
to
Jerry
’
s
table
,
I
kicked
one
of
the
chairs
around
backwards
and
then
straddled
it
,
facing
him
.
"
You
,
Jerry
,
"
I
said
evenly
,
"
need
to
listen
to
people
occasionally
.
I
’
ve
told
you
,
my
name
is
not
Ryker
.
"
"
Whoever
the
fuck
you
are
,
I
’
m
connected
.
"
There
was
so
much
venom
on
the
face
before
me
it
was
a
wonder
Jerry
didn
’
t
choke
on
it
.
"
I
’
m
jacked
into
the
fucking
machine
,
you
get
me
?
This
.
All
this
.
You
’
re
going
to
fucking
pay
.
You
’
re
going
to
wish
—
"
"
I
’
d
never
met
you
,
"
I
finished
for
him
.
I
stowed
the
empty
Philips
gun
back
in
its
Fibregrip
holster
.
"
Jerry
,
I
already
wish
I
’
d
never
met
you
.
Your
sophisticated
friends
were
sophisticated
enough
for
that
.
But
I
notice
they
didn
’
t
tell
you
I
was
back
on
the
street
.
Not
so
tight
with
Ray
these
days
,
is
that
it
?
"
I
was
watching
his
face
,
and
the
name
didn
’
t
register
.
Either
he
was
very
cool
under
fire
,
or
he
genuinely
wasn
’
t
fishing
in
the
senior
fleet
.
I
tried
again
.
"
Trepp
’
s
dead
,
"
I
said
casually
.
His
eyes
moved
,
just
a
fraction
.
"
Trepp
,
and
a
few
others
.
Want
to
know
why
you
’
re
still
alive
?
"
His
mouth
tightened
,
but
he
said
nothing
.
I
leaned
over
the
table
and
pushed
the
barrel
of
the
Nemex
up
against
his
left
eye
.
"
I
asked
you
a
question
.
"
