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"
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
may
I
present
Pernilla
Grip
of
Combat
Broadcast
Distributors
,
and
her
technical
assistant
Miles
Mech
.
Pernilla
,
Miles
,
I
’
d
like
to
present
Takeshi
Kovacs
,
our
surrogate
Ryker
for
tonight
.
Congratulations
,
by
the
way
,
Kovacs
.
At
the
time
I
was
utterly
convinced
,
despite
the
unlikelihood
of
Ryker
making
it
off
stack
for
the
next
two
hundred
years
.
All
part
of
the
Envoy
technique
,
I
understand
.
"
"
Not
really
.
Ortega
was
the
convincing
factor
.
All
I
did
was
let
you
talk
.
You
’
re
good
at
that
.
"
I
nodded
at
Carnage
’
s
companions
.
"
Did
I
hear
the
word
broadcasting
?
I
thought
that
went
against
the
creed
.
Didn
’
t
you
perform
radical
surgery
on
a
journalist
for
that
particular
crime
?
"
"
Different
products
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
Different
products
.
To
broadcast
a
scheduled
fight
would
indeed
be
a
breach
of
our
creed
.
But
this
is
not
a
scheduled
fight
,
this
is
a
humiliation
bout
.
"
Carnage
’
s
surface
charm
froze
over
on
the
phrase
.
"
With
a
different
and
necessarily
very
limited
live
audience
,
we
are
forced
to
make
up
for
the
loss
in
revenue
somehow
.
There
are
a
great
many
networks
who
are
anxious
to
get
their
hands
on
anything
that
comes
out
of
the
Panama
Rose
.
This
is
the
effect
our
reputation
has
,
but
unfortunately
it
is
that
same
reputation
that
precludes
us
doing
any
such
business
directly
.
Ms
.
Grip
handles
this
market
dilemma
for
us
.
"
"
Nice
of
her
.
"
My
own
voice
grew
cold
.
"
Where
’
s
Kadmin
?
"
"
In
due
time
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
In
due
time
.
You
know
,
when
I
was
told
you
would
react
this
way
and
give
yourself
up
for
the
lieutenant
,
I
confess
I
doubted
it
at
the
time
.
But
you
fulfill
expectations
like
a
machine
.
Was
it
that
that
the
Envoy
Corps
took
away
from
you
in
return
for
all
your
other
powers
?
Your
unpredictability
?
Your
soul
?
"
"
Don
’
t
get
poetic
on
me
,
Carnage
.
Where
is
he
?
"
"
Oh
,
very
well
.
This
way
.
"
There
was
a
brace
of
large
sentries
outside
the
cabin
door
that
might
have
been
the
two
from
the
cruiser
.
I
was
too
jangled
to
remember
clearly
.
They
bracketed
me
as
we
followed
Carnage
along
claustrophobic
corridors
and
down
listing
companionways
,
all
rust
-
spotted
and
polymer
-
varnished
metal
.
I
tried
vaguely
to
memorise
the
path
but
most
of
me
was
thinking
about
what
Carnage
had
said
.
Who
had
predicted
my
actions
to
him
?
Kadmin
?
Unlikely
.
The
Patchwork
Man
,
for
all
his
fury
and
death
threats
,
knew
next
to
nothing
about
me
.
The
only
real
candidate
for
that
kind
of
prediction
was
Reileen
Kawahara
.
Which
also
helped
to
explain
why
Carnage
wasn
’
t
quaking
in
his
synthetic
flesh
at
the
thought
of
what
Kawahara
might
do
to
him
for
co
-
operating
with
Kadmin
.
Kawahara
had
sold
me
out
.
Bancroft
was
convinced
,
the
crisis
—
whatever
it
had
been
—
was
over
,
and
the
same
day
Ortega
was
snatched
as
bait
.
The
scenario
I
had
sold
to
Bancroft
left
Kadmin
out
there
as
a
private
contractor
with
a
grudge
,
so
there
was
no
reason
why
he
couldn
’
t
be
seen
to
take
me
down
.
And
under
the
circumstances
,
I
was
safer
disposed
of
than
left
alive
.
