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Ortega
was
on
him
as
the
last
syllable
left
his
mouth
.
The
table
blinked
out
of
existence
and
she
kicked
him
backwards
off
the
chair
with
one
booted
foot
.
As
he
rolled
back
to
his
feet
,
the
same
boot
caught
him
in
the
mouth
and
floored
him
again
.
I
ran
my
tongue
round
the
almost
healed
gashes
inside
my
own
mouth
,
and
felt
a
distinct
lack
of
sympathy
.
Ortega
dragged
Kadmin
up
by
the
hair
,
the
cigarette
in
her
hand
replaced
by
a
vicious
-
looking
blackjack
courtesy
of
the
same
system
magic
that
had
eliminated
the
table
.
"
I
hear
you
right
?
"
she
hissed
.
"
You
making
threats
,
rackhead
?
"
Kadmin
bared
his
teeth
in
a
bloodstained
grin
.
"
Police
brutal
—
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
motherfucker
.
"
Ortega
hit
him
across
the
cheek
with
the
blackjack
.
The
skin
split
.
"
Police
brutality
in
a
monitored
police
virtuality
.
Sandy
Kim
and
WorldWeb
One
would
have
a
field
day
,
wouldn
’
t
they
?
But
you
know
what
?
I
reckon
your
lawyers
aren
’
t
going
to
want
to
run
this
particular
tape
.
"
"
Leave
him
alone
,
Ortega
.
"
She
seemed
to
remember
herself
then
,
and
stepped
back
.
Her
face
twitched
and
she
drew
a
deep
breath
.
The
table
blinked
back
and
Kadmin
was
suddenly
sitting
upright
again
,
mouth
undamaged
.
