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We
passed
,
without
formality
,
into
the
terminal
and
across
a
zone
of
micro
-
climate
where
palms
and
other
less
recognisable
tropicalia
made
a
bid
for
the
massive
glass
ceiling
.
A
misty
rain
drifted
down
from
sprinkler
systems
,
rendering
the
air
pleasantly
damp
after
the
aridity
outside
.
Along
the
aisles
set
between
the
trees
,
children
played
and
squalled
,
and
old
people
sat
dozily
on
wrought
iron
benches
in
a
seemingly
impossible
co
-
existence
.
The
middle
generations
were
gathered
in
knots
at
coffee
stands
,
talking
with
more
gesticulation
than
I
’
d
seen
in
Bay
City
and
seemingly
oblivious
to
the
factors
of
time
and
schedule
that
govern
most
terminal
buildings
.
I
adjusted
the
jacket
across
my
shoulder
to
cover
my
weapons
as
much
as
possible
and
followed
Trepp
into
the
trees
.
It
wasn
’
t
quick
enough
to
beat
the
gaze
of
two
security
guards
standing
under
a
palm
nearby
,
or
that
of
a
little
girl
scuffing
her
toes
along
the
side
of
the
aisle
towards
us
.
Trepp
made
a
sign
to
the
security
as
they
stiffened
,
and
they
fell
back
into
their
previous
relaxed
postures
with
nods
.
Clearly
,
we
were
expected
.
The
little
girl
wasn
’
t
so
easily
bought
—
she
stared
up
at
me
with
wide
eyes
until
I
made
a
pistol
out
of
my
fingers
and
shot
her
with
noisy
sound
effects
.
Then
she
showed
her
teeth
in
a
huge
grin
and
hid
behind
the
nearest
bench
.
I
heard
her
shooting
me
in
the
back
all
the
way
along
the
aisle
.
Outside
again
,
Trepp
steered
me
past
a
mob
of
taxis
to
where
an
anonymous
black
cruiser
was
idling
in
a
no
-
waiting
zone
.
We
climbed
into
air
-
conditioned
cool
and
pale
grey
automould
seating
.
"
Ten
minutes
,
"
she
promised
,
as
we
rose
into
the
air
.
"
What
did
you
think
of
the
micro
-
climate
?
"
"
Very
nice
.
"
"
Got
them
all
over
the
airport
.
Weekends
,
people
come
out
from
the
centre
to
spend
the
day
here
.
Weird
,
huh
?
"
I
grunted
and
watched
the
window
as
we
banked
over
the
whorled
settlement
patterns
of
a
major
city
.
Further
out
,
a
dusty
-
looking
plain
stretched
to
the
horizon
and
the
almost
painful
blue
of
the
sky
.
To
the
left
,
I
could
make
out
the
rise
of
mountains
.
Trepp
seemed
to
pick
up
on
my
disinclination
to
talk
and
she
busied
herself
with
a
phone
jack
that
she
plugged
in
behind
the
ear
with
the
ironic
pendant
.
Another
internal
chip
.
Her
eyes
closed
as
she
began
the
call
,
and
I
was
left
with
the
peculiar
feeling
of
aloneness
that
you
get
when
someone
’
s
using
one
of
those
things
.
Alone
was
fine
with
me
.
