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"
Very
well
.
We
will
do
it
your
way
.
I
’
m
sure
you
’
re
aware
of
the
risks
you
are
taking
,
and
what
will
happen
if
you
fail
.
I
shall
contact
you
at
the
Hendrix
later
today
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
word
on
Kadmin
?
"
"
Of
Kadmin
,
there
is
no
word
.
"
Kawahara
smiled
once
more
,
and
the
connection
broke
.
I
sat
staring
at
the
standby
screen
for
a
moment
,
reviewing
the
scam
as
I
’
d
laid
it
out
.
I
had
the
uneasy
feeling
that
I
’
d
been
telling
the
truth
in
the
midst
of
all
the
deceit
.
Or
,
more
,
that
my
carefully
spun
lies
were
treading
in
the
tracks
of
the
truth
,
following
the
same
path
.
A
good
lie
should
shadow
the
truth
closely
enough
to
draw
substance
from
it
,
but
this
was
something
else
,
something
altogether
more
unnerving
.
I
felt
like
a
hunter
who
has
tracked
a
swamp
panther
a
little
too
close
for
comfort
,
and
expects
at
any
moment
to
see
it
rear
up
out
of
the
swamp
in
all
its
fanged
and
tendril
-
maned
horror
.
The
truth
was
here
,
somewhere
.
It
was
a
hard
feeling
to
shake
.
I
got
up
and
went
into
the
kitchen
,
where
Ortega
was
foraging
through
the
almost
empty
fridge
unit
.
Light
from
within
cast
her
features
in
a
way
I
hadn
’
t
seen
before
and
below
one
raised
arm
her
right
breast
filled
the
slack
of
her
T
-
shirt
like
fruit
,
like
water
.
The
desire
to
touch
her
was
an
itching
in
my
hands
.
She
glanced
up
.
"
Don
’
t
you
cook
?
"
"
Hotel
does
it
all
for
you
.
Comes
up
in
the
hatch
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
want
to
cook
something
.
"
She
gave
up
looking
through
the
fridge
and
closed
the
door
of
the
unit
.
"
Get
what
you
wanted
?
"
