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"
Remember
my
brother
,
you
motherfucker
!
!
!
"
I
glanced
up
to
see
who
the
family
grudge
belonged
to
,
but
saw
only
a
sea
of
angry
and
anticipatory
faces
.
Several
of
them
were
on
their
feet
,
waving
fists
and
stamping
so
that
the
metal
scaffolding
drummed
with
it
.
The
bloodlust
was
building
like
something
tangible
,
leaving
a
thickness
in
the
air
that
was
unpleasant
to
breathe
.
I
tried
to
remember
whether
I
and
my
gang
peers
had
screamed
like
this
at
the
Newpest
freak
fights
,
and
guessed
that
we
probably
had
.
And
we
hadn
’
t
even
known
the
combatants
that
flailed
and
clawed
at
each
other
for
our
entertainment
.
These
people
at
least
had
some
emotional
investment
in
the
blood
they
wanted
to
see
spilled
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
floor
,
Kadmin
waited
with
his
arms
folded
.
The
supple
steel
of
the
power
knuckles
banded
across
the
fingers
of
each
hand
glinted
in
the
overhead
lighting
.
It
was
a
subtle
advantage
,
one
which
wouldn
’
t
render
the
fight
too
one
-
sided
but
would
tell
in
the
long
run
.
I
wasn
’
t
really
worried
about
the
knuckles
,
it
was
Kadmin
’
s
Will
of
God
enhanced
response
wiring
that
concerned
me
most
.
A
little
over
a
century
ago
,
I
’
d
been
up
against
the
same
system
in
the
soldiers
the
Protectorate
had
been
fighting
on
Sharya
,
and
they
’
d
been
no
pushover
.
It
was
old
stuff
,
but
it
was
heavy
-
duty
military
biomech
,
and
against
that
Ryker
’
s
neurachem
,
recently
fried
by
stun
-
bolt
,
was
going
to
look
pretty
sick
.
I
took
my
place
opposite
Kadmin
,
as
indicated
by
the
markings
on
the
floor
.
Around
me
the
crowd
quietened
down
a
little
and
the
spotlights
came
up
as
Emcee
Carnage
joined
us
.
Robed
and
made
up
for
Pernilla
Grip
’
s
cameras
,
he
looked
like
a
malignant
doll
out
of
a
child
’
s
nightmare
.
A
fitting
consort
to
the
Patchwork
Man
.
He
raised
his
hands
and
directional
speakers
in
the
walls
of
the
converted
cargo
cell
amplified
his
throat
-
miked
words
.
"
Welcome
to
the
Panama
Rose
!
"
There
was
a
vague
rumble
from
the
crowd
,
but
they
were
bedded
down
for
the
moment
,
waiting
.
Carnage
knew
this
and
he
turned
slowly
about
,
milking
the
anticipation
.
"
To
a
very
special
,
and
very
exclusive
,
Panama
Rose
event
,
welcome
.
Welcome
,
I
bid
you
welcome
,
to
the
most
final
and
bloody
humiliation
of
Elias
Ryker
.
"
They
went
wild
.
I
raised
my
eyes
to
their
faces
in
the
gloom
and
saw
the
thin
skin
of
civilisation
stripped
away
,
the
rage
laid
out
like
raw
flesh
beneath
.
Carnage
’
s
amplified
voice
trod
down
the
noise
.
He
was
making
quietening
gestures
with
both
arms
.
