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"
Surgery
?
"
Jerry
barked
a
laugh
.
"
You
mean
he
’
s
watching
the
machine
make
pick
and
mix
.
All
right
,
Chung
,
then
.
"
The
team
hesitated
.
"
What
?
Don
’
t
tell
me
you
got
all
your
consultants
working
for
a
living
this
morning
.
"
"
No
,
it
’
s
…
"
The
man
nearest
me
gestured
.
"
It
’
s
not
procedure
,
taking
him
in
awake
.
"
"
Don
’
t
fucking
tell
me
about
procedure
.
"
Jerry
did
a
good
impression
of
a
man
about
to
explode
with
fury
.
"
Was
it
procedure
to
let
this
piece
of
shit
get
out
and
wreck
my
place
after
I
sent
him
over
here
?
Was
that
fucking
procedure
?
Was
it
?
"
There
was
silence
.
I
looked
at
the
blaster
and
Nemex
,
shoved
into
Jerry
’
s
waistband
,
and
measured
the
angles
.
Jerry
took
a
renewed
grip
on
my
collar
and
ground
the
gun
under
my
jaw
once
again
.
He
glared
at
the
medics
and
spoke
with
a
kind
of
gritted
calm
.
"
He
ain
’
t
moving
.
Got
it
?
There
isn
’
t
time
for
this
bullshit
.
We
are
going
to
see
Chung
.
Now
,
move
.
"
They
bought
it
.
Anyone
would
have
.
You
pile
on
the
pressure
,
and
most
people
fall
back
on
response
.
They
give
in
to
the
higher
authority
,
or
the
man
with
the
gun
.
These
people
were
tired
and
scared
.
We
double
-
timed
it
down
the
corridors
.
Past
the
operating
theatre
I
had
woken
up
in
,
or
one
like
it
.
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
figures
gathered
around
the
surgery
platform
,
the
autosurgeon
moving
spiderlike
above
them
.
We
were
a
dozen
paces
further
along
when
someone
stepped
into
the
corridor
behind
us
.
"
Just
a
moment
.
