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"
I
’
m
your
fairy
godmother
,
Elliott
.
Because
if
the
lieutenant
’
s
requisition
doesn
’
t
work
out
,
I
’
ll
buy
your
sleeve
back
.
That
’
s
a
guarantee
.
Now
are
you
in
,
or
are
you
out
?
"
Irene
Elliott
hung
on
to
her
detachment
for
a
moment
longer
,
a
moment
in
which
I
felt
my
technical
respect
for
her
take
on
a
more
personal
tone
.
Then
she
nodded
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
she
said
.
I
told
her
.
It
took
about
half
an
hour
to
lay
it
out
,
while
Ortega
stood
about
or
paced
restlessly
in
and
out
of
the
bubblefab
.
I
couldn
’
t
blame
her
.
Over
the
past
ten
days
she
’
d
had
to
face
the
breakdown
of
practically
every
professional
tenet
she
owned
,
and
she
was
now
committed
to
a
project
that
,
if
it
went
wrong
,
offered
a
bristling
array
of
hundred
-
year
or
better
storage
offences
for
all
concerned
.
I
think
,
without
Bautista
and
the
others
behind
her
,
she
might
not
have
risked
it
,
even
with
her
cordial
hatred
of
the
Meths
,
even
for
Ryker
.
Or
maybe
I
just
tell
myself
that
.
Irene
Elliott
sat
and
listened
in
silence
broken
only
by
three
technical
queries
to
which
I
had
no
answers
.
When
I
was
finished
,
she
said
nothing
for
a
long
time
.
Ortega
stopped
her
pacing
and
came
to
stand
behind
me
,
waiting
.
"
You
’
re
insane
,
"
said
Elliott
finally
.
"
Can
you
do
it
?
"
