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"
What
as
,
a
pin
-
up
?
"
I
went
to
push
him
in
the
chest
with
one
stiffened
hand
,
then
dropped
it
,
ashamed
.
I
lowered
my
voice
.
"
Listen
,
Curtis
.
Don
’
t
do
this
to
us
both
.
"
"
You
think
you
’
re
pretty
fucking
tough
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
This
isn
’
t
about
tough
,
C
—
urtis
.
"
I
’
d
almost
called
him
kid
.
It
seemed
as
if
part
of
me
wanted
the
fight
after
all
.
"
This
is
about
two
different
species
.
What
did
they
teach
you
in
the
provincial
marines
?
Hand
-
to
-
hand
combat
?
Twenty
-
seven
ways
to
kill
a
man
with
your
hands
?
Underneath
it
all
you
’
re
still
a
man
.
I
’
m
an
Envoy
,
Curtis
.
It
’
s
not
the
same
.
"
He
came
for
me
anyway
,
leading
with
a
straight
jab
that
was
supposed
to
distract
me
while
the
following
roundhouse
kick
scythed
in
from
the
side
at
head
height
.
It
was
a
skull
cracker
if
it
landed
,
but
it
was
hopelessly
over
-
dramatic
.
Maybe
it
was
the
chemicals
he
’
d
dressed
up
in
that
night
.
No
one
in
their
right
mind
throws
lacks
above
waist
height
in
a
real
fight
.
I
ducked
the
jab
and
the
kick
in
the
same
movement
and
grabbed
his
fool
;
.
A
sharp
twist
and
Curtis
tipped
,
staggered
and
landed
spreadeagled
on
the
bar
top
.
I
smashed
his
face
against
the
unyielding
surface
and
held
him
there
with
my
hand
knotted
in
his
hair
.
"
See
what
I
mean
?
"
He
made
muffled
noises
and
thrashed
impotently
about
while
the
clock
-
faced
bartender
stood
immobile
.
Blood
from
his
broken
nose
was
streaked
across
the
bar
’
s
surface
.
I
studied
the
patterns
it
had
made
while
I
brought
my
breathing
back
down
.
The
lock
I
had
on
my
conditioning
was
making
me
pant
.
Shifting
my
grip
to
his
right
arm
,
I
jerked
it
up
high
into
the
small
of
his
back
.
The
thrashing
stopped
.
"
Good
.
Now
you
keep
still
or
I
’
ll
break
it
.
I
’
m
not
in
the
mood
for
this
.
"
As
I
spoke
,
I
was
feeling
rapidly
through
his
pockets
.
In
the
inner
breast
pouch
of
his
jacket
I
found
a
small
plastic
tube
.
"
Aha
.
So
what
little
delights
have
we
got
tubing
round
your
system
tonight
?
Hormone
enhancers
,
by
the
look
of
that
hard
-
on
.
"
I
held
the
tube
up
to
the
dim
light
and
saw
thousands
of
tiny
crystal
slivers
inside
it
.
"
Military
format
.
Where
did
you
get
this
stuff
,
Curtis
?
Discharge
freebie
from
the
marines
,
was
it
?
"
I
recommenced
my
search
and
came
up
with
the
delivery
system
:
a
tiny
skeletal
gun
with
a
sliding
chamber
and
a
magnetic
coil
.
Tip
the
crystals
into
the
breech
and
close
it
,
the
magnetic
field
aligns
them
and
the
accelerator
spits
them
out
at
penetrative
speed
.
Not
so
different
from
Sarah
’
s
shard
pistol
.
For
battlefield
medics
,
they
were
a
hardy
,
and
consequently
very
popular
,
alternative
to
hypo
-
sprays
.
I
hauled
Curtis
to
his
feet
and
shoved
him
away
from
me
.
He
managed
to
stay
on
his
feet
,
clutching
at
his
nose
with
one
hand
and
glaring
at
me
.
