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I
looked
up
,
surprised
and
hopeful
.
"
Ortega
?
"
"
Kadmin
,
"
said
the
hotel
diffidently
.
"
Will
you
accept
the
call
?
"
The
format
was
a
desert
.
Reddish
dust
and
sandstone
underfoot
,
sky
nailed
down
from
horizon
to
horizon
,
cloudless
blue
.
Sun
and
a
pale
three
-
quarter
moon
hung
high
and
sterile
above
a
distant
range
of
shelf
-
like
mountains
.
The
temperature
was
a
jarring
chill
,
making
a
mockery
of
the
sun
’
s
blinding
glare
.
The
Patchwork
Man
stood
waiting
for
me
.
In
the
empty
landscape
he
looked
like
a
graven
image
,
a
rendering
of
some
savage
desert
spirit
.
He
grinned
when
he
saw
me
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
Kadmin
?
If
you
’
re
looking
for
influence
with
Kawahara
I
’
m
afraid
you
’
re
out
of
luck
.
She
’
s
pissed
off
with
you
beyond
repair
.
"
A
flicker
of
amusement
crossed
Kadmin
’
s
face
and
he
shook
his
head
slowly
,
as
if
to
dismiss
Kawahara
from
the
proceedings
completely
.
His
voice
was
deep
and
melodic
.
"
You
and
I
have
unfinished
business
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yeah
,
you
fucked
up
twice
in
a
row
.
"
I
ladled
scorn
into
my
voice
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
a
third
shot
at
it
?
"
