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I
looked
around
at
the
conservatory
and
shrugged
.
"
I
imagine
you
can
afford
it
.
"
Prescott
flinched
.
Bancroft
allowed
himself
the
splinter
of
a
smile
.
"
Perhaps
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
I
no
longer
wish
to
afford
it
.
"
"
Then
pull
the
fucking
plug
.
"
The
martyrweed
trembled
visibly
at
the
sudden
change
in
tone
.
I
didn
’
t
care
.
Abruptly
,
I
was
no
longer
in
the
mood
for
playing
the
Bancrofts
’
elegant
games
.
I
was
tired
.
Discounting
the
brief
period
of
unconsciousness
at
the
clinic
,
I
had
been
awake
for
over
thirty
hours
and
my
nerves
were
raw
from
the
continual
use
of
the
neurachem
system
.
I
had
been
in
a
firefight
.
I
had
escaped
from
a
moving
aircar
.
I
had
been
subjected
to
interrogation
routines
that
would
have
traumatised
most
human
beings
for
a
lifetime
.
I
had
committed
multiple
combat
murders
.
And
I
had
been
in
the
act
of
crawling
into
bed
when
the
Hendrix
let
Bancroft
’
s
curt
summons
through
the
call
block
I
’
d
requested
,
quote
,
‘
in
the
interests
of
maintaining
good
client
relations
and
so
assuring
continued
guest
status
’
.
Someday
,
someone
was
going
to
have
to
overhaul
the
hotel
’
s
antique
service
industry
idiolect
;
I
had
weighed
the
idea
of
doing
it
myself
with
the
Nemex
when
I
got
off
the
phone
,
but
my
irritation
at
the
hotel
’
s
enslaved
responses
to
guest
-
holding
was
overridden
by
the
anger
I
felt
towards
Bancroft
himself
.
It
was
that
anger
that
had
stopped
me
ignoring
the
call
and
going
to
bed
anyway
,
and
propelled
me
out
to
Suntouch
House
dressed
in
the
same
rumpled
clothes
I
had
been
wearing
since
the
previous
day
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
?
"
Oumou
Prescott
was
staring
at
me
.
"
Are
you
suggesting
—
"
"
No
,
I
’
m
not
,
Prescott
.
I
’
m
threatening
.
"
I
switched
my
gaze
back
to
Bancroft
.
"
I
didn
’
t
ask
to
join
this
fucking
No
dance
.
You
dragged
me
here
,
Bancroft
.
You
pulled
me
out
of
the
store
on
Harlan
’
s
World
and
you
jacked
me
into
Elias
Ryker
’
s
sleeve
just
to
piss
Ortega
off
.
You
sent
me
out
there
with
a
few
vague
hints
and
watched
me
stumble
around
in
the
dark
,
cracking
my
shins
on
your
past
misdemeanours
.
Well
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
play
any
more
,
now
the
current
’
s
running
a
little
hard
,
that
’
s
fine
with
me
.
I
’
m
through
risking
my
stack
for
a
piece
of
shit
like
you
.
You
can
just
put
me
back
in
the
box
,
and
I
’
ll
take
my
chances
a
hundred
and
seventeen
years
from
now
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
get
lucky
,
and
whoever
wants
you
toasted
will
have
wiped
you
off
the
face
of
the
planet
by
then
.
"
I
’
d
had
to
check
my
weapons
at
the
main
gate
,
but
I
could
feel
the
dangerous
looseness
of
the
Envoy
combat
mode
stealing
over
me
as
I
spoke
.
If
the
Meth
demon
came
back
and
got
out
of
hand
,
I
was
going
to
choke
the
life
out
of
Bancroft
there
and
then
just
for
the
satisfaction
.
Curiously
,
what
I
said
only
seemed
to
make
him
thoughtful
.
