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"
They
never
get
busted
?
"
"
Depends
.
"
Ortega
put
the
cruiser
down
on
the
lake
shore
a
short
distance
from
the
nearest
bubblefabs
.
"
The
way
it
stands
,
these
people
keep
the
old
orbitals
ticking
over
.
Without
them
,
someone
’
d
have
to
pay
for
decommissioning
and
that
’
s
kind
of
pricey
.
So
long
as
the
stuff
they
turn
over
is
small
-
scale
,
no
one
bothers
.
Transmission
Felony
Division
have
got
bigger
discs
to
spin
,
and
no
one
else
is
interested
.
You
coming
?
"
I
climbed
out
and
we
walked
along
the
shoreline
to
the
encampment
.
From
the
air
,
the
place
had
had
a
certain
structural
uniformity
,
but
now
I
could
see
that
the
bubblefabs
were
all
painted
with
brightly
coloured
pictures
or
abstract
patterns
.
No
two
designs
were
alike
,
although
I
could
discern
the
same
artistic
hand
at
work
in
several
of
the
examples
we
passed
.
In
addition
,
a
lot
of
the
‘
fabs
were
fitted
out
with
porch
canopies
,
secondary
extension
bulges
and
in
some
cases
even
more
permanent
log
cabin
annexes
.
Clothing
hung
on
lines
between
the
buildings
and
small
children
ran
about
,
getting
cheerfully
filthy
.
Camp
security
met
us
inside
the
first
ring
of
‘
fabs
.
He
stood
over
two
metres
tall
in
flat
workboots
and
probably
weighed
as
much
as
both
my
current
selves
put
together
.
Beneath
loose
grey
coveralls
,
I
could
see
the
stance
of
a
fighter
.
His
eyes
were
a
startling
red
and
short
horns
sprouted
from
his
temples
.
Beneath
the
horns
,
his
face
was
scarred
and
old
.
The
effect
was
startlingly
offset
by
the
small
child
he
was
cradling
in
his
left
arm
.
He
nodded
at
me
.
"
You
Anderson
?
"
"
Yes
.
This
is
Kristin
Ortega
.
"
I
was
surprised
how
flat
the
name
suddenly
sounded
to
me
.
Without
Ryker
’
s
pheromonal
interface
,
I
was
left
with
little
more
than
a
vague
appreciation
that
the
woman
beside
me
was
very
attractive
in
a
lean
,
self
-
sufficient
way
that
recalled
Virginia
Vidaura
.
That
,
and
my
memories
.
I
wondered
if
she
was
feeling
the
same
.
"
Cop
,
huh
?
"
The
ex
-
freak
fighter
’
s
tone
was
not
overflowing
with
warmth
,
but
it
didn
’
t
sound
too
hostile
either
.
