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Out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
I
saw
another
uniform
turn
at
the
sound
of
the
name
,
but
nothing
was
said
.
The
desk
sergeant
spoke
into
his
phone
,
listened
then
turned
back
to
me
.
"
She
’
s
sending
someone
down
.
Are
you
armed
?
"
I
nodded
and
reached
under
my
jacket
for
the
Nemex
.
"
Please
surrender
the
weapon
carefully
,
"
he
added
with
a
gentle
smile
.
"
Our
security
software
is
a
little
touchy
,
and
it
’
s
apt
to
stun
you
if
you
look
like
you
’
re
pulling
something
.
"
I
slowed
my
movements
to
frame
advance
,
dumped
the
Nemex
on
the
desk
and
set
about
unstrapping
the
Tebbit
knife
from
my
arm
.
When
I
was
finished
,
the
sergeant
beamed
beatifically
at
me
.
"
Thank
you
.
It
’
ll
all
be
returned
to
you
when
you
leave
the
building
.
"
The
words
were
barely
out
of
his
mouth
when
two
of
the
mohicans
appeared
through
a
door
at
the
back
of
the
hall
and
directed
themselves
rapidly
towards
me
.
Their
faces
were
painted
with
identical
glowers
which
the
subsonics
apparently
made
little
impact
on
in
the
short
time
it
took
them
to
reach
me
.
They
went
for
an
arm
apiece
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
,
"
I
told
them
.
"
Hey
,
he
’
s
not
under
arrest
,
you
know
,
"
said
the
desk
sergeant
pacifically
.
One
of
the
mohicans
jerked
a
glance
at
him
and
snorted
in
exasperation
.
The
other
one
just
stared
at
me
the
whole
time
as
if
he
hadn
’
t
eaten
red
meat
recently
.
I
met
the
stare
with
a
smile
.
Following
the
meeting
with
Bancroft
I
had
gone
back
to
the
Hendrix
and
slept
for
almost
twenty
hours
.
I
was
rested
,
neurachemically
alert
and
feeling
a
cordial
dislike
of
authority
of
which
Quell
herself
would
have
been
proud
.
