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The
cab
lifted
.
I
looked
past
Trepp
at
the
rain
on
the
rear
window
.
"
Not
a
local
trip
,
then
,
"
I
said
tonelessly
.
She
brought
her
arms
in
again
,
hands
held
palm
upward
"
Well
,
we
figured
you
wouldn
’
t
go
virtual
,
so
now
we
have
to
do
it
the
hard
way
.
Sub
-
orbital
.
Take
about
three
hours
.
"
"
Sub
-
orbital
?
"
I
drew
a
deep
breath
and
touched
the
bolstered
Philips
gun
lightly
.
"
You
know
,
I
’
m
going
to
get
really
upset
if
someone
asks
me
to
check
this
hardware
before
we
fly
.
"
"
Yeah
,
we
figured
that
too
.
Relax
Kovacs
,
you
heard
me
say
private
terminal
.
This
is
a
custom
flight
,
just
for
you
.
Carry
a
fucking
tactical
nuke
on
board
if
you
like
.
OK
?
"
"
Where
are
we
going
,
Trepp
?
"
She
smiled
.
"
Europe
,
"
she
said
.
Wherever
it
was
in
Europe
that
we
landed
,
the
weather
was
better
.
We
left
the
blunt
,
windowless
sub
-
orbital
sitting
on
the
fused
glass
runway
,
and
walked
to
the
terminal
building
through
glinting
sunlight
that
was
a
physical
pressure
on
my
body
,
even
through
my
jacket
.
The
sky
above
was
an
uncompromising
blue
from
horizon
to
horizon
,
and
the
air
felt
hard
and
dry
.
According
to
the
pilot
’
s
time
-
check
,
it
was
still
only
mid
afternoon
.
I
shrugged
my
way
out
of
the
jacket
.
"
Should
be
a
limo
waiting
for
us
,
"
Trepp
said
over
her
shoulder
.
