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I
sat
the
whole
thing
out
on
the
kerb
opposite
,
checking
over
the
superficial
injuries
I
’
d
acquired
on
my
short
flight
down
from
the
gantry
to
the
street
.
Mostly
,
it
was
bruising
and
abrasions
.
The
shape
of
the
forum
provider
’
s
reception
area
had
channelled
most
of
the
blast
directly
upwards
through
the
roof
and
that
was
the
route
the
bulk
of
the
shrapnel
had
taken
as
well
.
We
’
d
been
very
lucky
.
Ortega
left
the
clutch
of
uniformed
officers
gathered
outside
the
bank
and
strode
across
to
the
street
towards
me
.
She
had
removed
her
jacket
and
there
was
a
long
white
smear
of
tissue
weld
congealing
over
her
shoulder
wound
.
She
held
her
discarded
shoulder
holster
dangling
in
one
hand
and
her
breasts
moved
beneath
the
thin
cotton
of
a
white
T
-
shirt
that
bore
the
legend
You
Have
The
Right
To
Remain
Silent
—
Why
Don
’
t
You
Try
It
For
A
While
?
She
seated
herself
next
to
me
on
the
kerb
.
"
Forensic
wagon
’
s
on
the
way
,
"
she
said
inconsequentially
.
"
You
reckon
we
’
ll
get
anything
useful
out
of
the
wreckage
?
"
I
looked
at
the
smouldering
ruin
of
the
dome
and
shook
my
head
.
"
There
’
ll
be
bodies
,
maybe
even
stacks
intact
,
but
those
guys
were
just
local
street
muscle
.
All
they
’
ll
tell
you
is
that
the
synth
hired
them
,
probably
for
half
a
dozen
ampoules
of
tetrameth
each
.
"
"
Yeah
,
they
were
kind
of
sloppy
,
weren
’
t
they
?
"
I
felt
a
smile
ghost
across
my
lips
.
"
Kind
of
.
But
then
I
don
’
t
think
they
were
even
supposed
to
get
us
.
"
"
Just
keep
us
busy
till
your
pal
blew
up
,
huh
?
"
"
Something
like
that
.
"
